Weatherman

I go by NasColdChain I slide thru on yo block let the 4 Bang Bellyshot I can tell you ate Lo Mein If I shoot boy you better get low Mane You not half of me you not the whole Thing I need half A P smoke till it's no Pain niggas Bitches they do it the Broadway niggas actors they should be on Broadway I flipped every penny it's the Hardaway Heard he got a gun I got a Longer K Got designer on me dripping sauce Today Got the iron on me get you Gon Today Take his chain that shit gon get Pawned Away And that Draco fold'em like it's Laundry Day We pull up on the ops and it's Bombs Away And I'm fresh as a bitch I'm the Don Today I might take a nigga Bitch or Mom Today Pour up Codeine don't care what my Doctor Say Pray to god that I don't let the Choppa Spray And that last investigation like a iPhone that fell That mean that they drop the Case And my bro in the trap with Alotta K's Fucking thot after thot got Alotta Bae's Ducking shot after shot boy you better Pray You don't get money bitch you a Little Boy Make'em run home like he chicken Little Boy And you not the Plug You the Middle Boy Tempur-pedic you soft as a Pillow Boy And my pockets they green just like a Piccolo Kiss my dick that bitch under the Mistletoe We slide through on yo block that's a Give N Go I gotta keep my head on the swivel bro You a hot nigga I got a heat Seeker And yo block dirty I got a street Sweeper And yo thot dirty take her to the Cleaners Red dots on my gun Pepperoni Pizza Let it rain on yo block I'm the Weatherman He try run up I let the beretta Blam Feel like thunder don't need the Umbrella Man Suck my dick and she do what I tell Her Man You will never catch me with a Teller Man Unless I'm in the bank with a Teller Man You reporting I call yo Max Kellerman If it's beef, we not gonna Settle Man In the streets, I pop like a Kettle Man Pull out fire, I feel like the Devil Man Not for hire, so go hit the Pedal Man How you trapping don't even got Several Grams Be the same niggas hate on Another Man Walked outside and I got me Another Band 2 sticks like I came with Another Band Ohh shit I'm a Aim at yo Brother Man Loose lips you can't hang with my Brothers Man Pool shit I'm a wet up them Suckas Man So watch what you Do Catch you 1 on 1 treat it like a Duel Shitting on niggas hold my Stool Bitchin these niggas we not Cool Snitchin on niggas that's yo Dude Not my manz bitch you better Move Candy paint red riding in a Coupe Try see the insides put you on the News They gon see yo insides all up on the News Clips like a trailer bullets coming Soon You a hot nigga I got a heat Seeker And yo block dirty I got a street Sweeper And yo thot dirty take her to the Cleaners Red dots on my gun Pepperoni Pizza Nigga COLDCHAIN