Stormy Weather

Ain’t got time to talk to bitches
I just want a custom Royce
Tell my dawg it’s me and him
I told em we ain’t got a choice
Shorty pulled up just to talk
And that bitch left without a voice
And I like when she get mad
She looking sexy all annoyed
Got that choppa on my side
You know that shit make too much noise
All my niggas trained to shoot
Look like they all from Illinois
I be flexing on my opps
Because I know what they enjoy
Anytime we in the streets
I been the one that they avoid
Put them diamonds on my wrist
It’s looking like that there’s a flood
I just got hre and I’m leaving
With his bitch right out the club
Mt some girls look like they TLC
They know we ain’t no scrubs
If we beefing say my name
Cause I ain’t dissing on a sub
Came from nothing
Then I went and got that shit right out the mud
Blew a stack on these Versaces
Just to step on Gucci rugs
That shit mid that boy ain’t smoking gas
He barley smoking bud
I ride around with all these zips on me
They thought I was the plug
(Hook)
Ain’t got time to talk to bitches
I just want a custom Royce
Tell my dawg it’s me and him
I told em we ain’t got a choice
Shorty pulled up just to talk
And that bitch left without a voice
And I like when she get mad
She looking sexy all annoyed
Got that choppa on my side
You know that shit make too much noise
All my niggas trained to shoot
Look like they all from Illinois
I be flexing on my opps
Because I know what they enjoy
Anytime we in the streets
I been the one that they avoid
We know if it’s beef then it’s for life
We keep that grip forever
Fucked on so much hoes
I make that bitch just hold a grudge forever
I done had some nights I walked through rain
I walked through stormy weather
I done prayed a lot for all these days
Now I’ve been doing better
Go get da chalk
I’m really all about action
Cause when you the goat there’s not even a reason to talk
Studio rat I just work on the craft
You put Bam on your song
You know he finna walk
Just doing me
Heard they say that I’m flexing
If I’m being honest I guess I’m at fault
Trust in myself
I know that I could do it
But some nights I be having negative thoughts
(Hook)
Ain’t got time to talk to bitches
I just want a custom Royce
Tell my dawg it’s me and him
I told em we ain’t got a choice
Shorty pulled up just to talk
And that bitch left without a voice
And I like when she get mad
She looking sexy all annoyed
Got that choppa on my side
You know that shit make too much noise
All my niggas trained to shoot
Look like they all from Illinois
I be flexing on my opps
Because I know what they enjoy
Anytime we in the streets
I been the one that they avoid