I don't know what I'm doin', know where am I goin'
Mm (Stay with Vegas on the way)
In a foreign, don't know what I'm doin', know where am I goin'
I'm thuggin' it out 'til the mornin'
She told me to pull up, she text me she horny
I told her I'm comin' just after the money
She wet for the weatherman, I am the weatherman
Pullin' up on her, I'm makin' it stormy
She wet for the weatherman, I am the weatherman
Pullin' up on her, I'm makin' it stormy
Drivin' the foreign like it was a stolie
Went Plain Jane, now my ice out the Rollie
Niggas be lame, see, they broke and they bogus
Knot too big, so I can't even fold it
Popped three X, now I'm up and I'm focused
Switch on the gun, let my lil' nigga tote it
Bro in the back off a Perc' and he loaded
Pint of the pink in the car with the potion
Bad lil' bitch, I'ma get it, I want it
Hop in the whip, then I'm pushin' up on it
Freak lil' bitch fuck me and the homie
I'll never do it, I ain't cuffin' the shorty
Beefin' with me, you gon' need you some money
Beefin' with me, you gon' need you a hundred
Beefin' with me, you gon' need you a army
.45 Glock, got it tucked in my garment
Bro got a whip, make the doors go up
Bitch in the back, make her toes go up
Hatin' on me, I don't know lil' bro
Kill loose ends, niggas know too much
Bro sip drank, it be lookin' like punch
Might serve raw, he don't pour no cup
Bitch seen bands, then she turned to a munch
Keep your mouth closed, might throw you one
Weatherman, weatherman, I am the weatherman
Moncler puff and it look like a letterman
Better than, show me a nigga that's better than
Bitch, show me who better than, huh
Bro in the trap, swervin', drank, he spillin' it
Lil' bitch sucked dick, made her stop 'cause I wasn't even feelin' it
Nigga went broke, told him get it together then
Get a nigga smoked, send boy to the reverend
Got me a bag, I ain't went back ever since
Nah, I ain't went back ever since
They brought the pills, I was on the shit heavily
Covered by granny, I know that she heaven-sent
Finna be sure, nigga, I need every cent
I'm already on edge, why you eggin' me?
Dark skin shit, I be callin' her Ebony
Play with the money, we actin' belligerent
Spell me an opp, shit, I never considered it
Lickin' them Percs got my bitch, she concealin' it
And I relapsed, I ain't poppin' the seal again
Niggas be clowns, man, these niggas be silly and
Short ass a pound and this shit gettin' ignorant
Swear my nigga'll act like an idiot
Weatherman, weatherman, I am the weatherman
Weatherman, weatherman, I am the weatherman
Moncler puff and it look like a letterman
Opps at the door, shit, I told bro let 'em in
Weatherman, weatherman, I am the weatherman
Weatherman, weatherman, I am the weatherman
Moncler puff and it look like a letterman
Want smoke, send shots with the melanin
Bro got a whip where the doors go up
Might let the 8 out, I don't want no cup
Perc' hit the drank, make ya boy throw up
Kill loose ends, nigga know too much
Bitch seen the bands, then she turned to a munch
Keep your mouth closed, might throw you one
Nigga got mouth, we gon' do you somethin'
Make a nigga shoot at who shoot, go run
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