Fourcast
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Whats the weather man I'm trying to check the forecast Like shit its storming how I'm blowing through this damn cash Like that ain't drip you niggas wearing just expensive tags Rossy came scat then the cat we about to do the dash Young nigga, Fins' back to back up in my momma yard Remember me and Tjay flipping eighths we was trapping hard No cap, free my cousin Smac out them cell bars All facts, my brother fighting life up on that four yard Bitch its 4oeRacks, walking in the club wit four straps A taurus G2, with the 18 clip it wont jam Some pradas on my feet that your bitch bopped from out of sax It still a eighth up in my wood I rolled this bitch up its too fat Why these niggas screaming road money and never hit the road Or even shipped a bow My uncle Domo want a porshe and his neck froze My whole family want some shit I got to chase my goals If you know you know Bandhuntas it mean something so bitch it's on my sleeve Hit the groupie bitch and told her ass to leave We them niggas when we walked in we made the bitches scream A team player but I'm Jordan in this league And my bastard crips really known to get a nigga gone Got me asking Nutbone why he hit him in his dome My cousin Doughboy bussing chase through his phone Bam 5 gone send them home no double backs to that zone And my other cousin JJ thats my killswitch he play no games Right on Avalon we stomping niggas out in that raising canes True story, we laid them niggas out gave them cold pain We everywhere up in the city not tripping because we keep flame Bandhuntas bitch, we them niggas in this section F*ck set repping, them niggas know we keep heavy weapons I ain't violent but if the time come I swear to god I'll stretch him Man I ain't playing with my life thats on the city man i'm destined Like whats the weather man I'm trying to check the forecast Like shit its storming how I'm blowing through this damn cash Like that ain't drip you niggas wearing just expensive tags Rossy came scat then the cat we finna do the dash Like that ain't drip you niggas wearing just expensive tags Rossy came scat then the cat we finna do the dash Whats the weather man I'm trying to check the forecast Shit it's storming how I'm blowing through this damn cash
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