Weatherman

Duration

3:10

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

While you was takin shots i was reading fan mail, i saw you plottin know it hurts to see yo plan fail, legend said we some beast boy they gone hate you took the bate now that ass on a dinner plate, stupid wat chu dumb or somethin? niggah kill yo self need a gun or somethin? damn where yo music at where yo fan base? you should get a ghost writer for yo fans sake, aw man yeah i got it all planned to be the mvp look at me now hoe im ballin the day yo call yo money out do you know ill be all in? i never lost you on that summertime shit small win "hahaha novahhh so bazzarrr" got damn im never done im so muthafuckin raw and you dont wanna brawl yall niggahs know who we are we clap in my circle thats a round of applause "ahahawww" Verse2: F the weaterman F whoever man, i run this shit veteran and i aint never ran tell em im right here novah so ahead of yall niggahs im talkin light years bum ass niggah dirty ass rappers back on the block i call it hustling backwards yeah i got bars you would think i got captured damn if you multiply your still no factor, it gotta hurt to have no money im to high shit everyday is 4/20, it get hella girls so they hate me boy my pen sale you can not erase me, now that was krazii like my mental and you dont write shit you gotta pen pal, ha i got them gunz like corey man & ill blow a niggah up celling fan!