Typhoon
Off the pill bussing, got me gripping on my tool
Still clutching, know i got it ain't no fool
Them spinners coming, wet your block like a typhoon
Why you still trust em? he the reason you got bullet wounds
Dropping cheese when i re-up, it ain't nothing light
Brown skin like cinnamon, then you just my type
He was nosey fuck around and got his nose wiped
Up poles, take souls, we live a cold life
Watch this i'm hot shit, got em' banging at my door
I'ma count the profit up, i'ma stack it, then i go
I'm just fucking up the extras plug blessed me with some more
Everything getting canceled when its money on the floor '
You the type to sneak diss, but ain't active in real life
We ain't laying in your bushes, in your living room tonight
You don't got no money for it, why you asking bout' the price?
Don't be thinking i'ma lick, boy you playing with you life
Said its up like a chimney we inhaling all the smoke
Me and loco getting dizzy, spun for hours, where they go?
I'm like fuck the nonsense i ain't entertaining hoes
Ion even like the bitch she fell in love with the stroke
Off the pill bussing, got me gripping on my tool
Still clutching, know i got it ain't no fool
Them spinners coming, wet your block like a typhoon
Why you still trust em? he the reason you got bullet wounds
Dropping cheese when i re-up, it ain't nothing light
Brown skin like cinnamon, then you just my type
He was nosey fuck around and got his nose wiped
Up poles, take souls, we live a cold life
Fa, fa, thats that blicky rushing
When you come from out the bank it be sticky money
In the field its like a jungle ain't no damn jumanji
You cant see it, but i got it FN by my undies
Know that she a diver, but i told her keep her clothes on
Sucking my shit crazy i'm like damn you need to hold on
40 got me limping like i'm walking with a broke bone
White bitch playing with her nose look like a snow cone
Ain't choose the game this shit chose me, what i look like quitting
Just like hoes out here choosing me, guess i'm just that nigga
She like hold on take a picture, got my dick all in her liver
She like skeexh i heard you tricking, i'm like hoe just mind your business, the fuck
Crazy, another one, yeah
Still clutching, know i got it ain't no fool
Them spinners coming, wet your block like a typhoon
Why you still trust em? he the reason you got bullet wounds
Dropping cheese when i re-up, it ain't nothing light
Brown skin like cinnamon, then you just my type
He was nosey fuck around and got his nose wiped
Up poles, take souls, we live a cold life
Watch this i'm hot shit, got em' banging at my door
I'ma count the profit up, i'ma stack it, then i go
I'm just fucking up the extras plug blessed me with some more
Everything getting canceled when its money on the floor '
You the type to sneak diss, but ain't active in real life
We ain't laying in your bushes, in your living room tonight
You don't got no money for it, why you asking bout' the price?
Don't be thinking i'ma lick, boy you playing with you life
Said its up like a chimney we inhaling all the smoke
Me and loco getting dizzy, spun for hours, where they go?
I'm like fuck the nonsense i ain't entertaining hoes
Ion even like the bitch she fell in love with the stroke
Off the pill bussing, got me gripping on my tool
Still clutching, know i got it ain't no fool
Them spinners coming, wet your block like a typhoon
Why you still trust em? he the reason you got bullet wounds
Dropping cheese when i re-up, it ain't nothing light
Brown skin like cinnamon, then you just my type
He was nosey fuck around and got his nose wiped
Up poles, take souls, we live a cold life
Fa, fa, thats that blicky rushing
When you come from out the bank it be sticky money
In the field its like a jungle ain't no damn jumanji
You cant see it, but i got it FN by my undies
Know that she a diver, but i told her keep her clothes on
Sucking my shit crazy i'm like damn you need to hold on
40 got me limping like i'm walking with a broke bone
White bitch playing with her nose look like a snow cone
Ain't choose the game this shit chose me, what i look like quitting
Just like hoes out here choosing me, guess i'm just that nigga
She like hold on take a picture, got my dick all in her liver
She like skeexh i heard you tricking, i'm like hoe just mind your business, the fuck
Crazy, another one, yeah
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Writer(s): Antoine Miller
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