Nebula Lyrics

Swank

And we pullin' that bitch like grenade

Get clipped by them clippers, you catchin' the fade

I got the chop to your face

I smoke that gas

I adjust smoke to the face

I'm in outer space

You could get cut with the blade

Nigga, I'm filled with the rage

Don't want no smoke, want no sage

Like a senya and I'm one with the sage

Got shorty, she all in my place

Got shorty, she all in my face

I got the racks and the safe

I put the bag in the chase

Ridin' around in the Wraith

Pop the yooey in the range

Bitch, I'm gon' aim at your brain

Fuck on this bitch, give me brain

I want my money, my change

Bitch, I'm so high like a crane

I tell that bitch, give me brain

I tell her, goin insane

I fuck that bitch in the brain

Weatherman goin' insane

Weatherman, ay, uh, yo

Weatherman, uh, yo, uh

Weatherman, ay, uh, uh

Weatherman, ay, uh, uh

Weatherman, ay, uh, uh

Weatherman, yo, yo, yo

Weatherman, ay, uh, uh

Weatherman, yo, yo

I'm makin' it flood

I'm makin' a guap and you know that I'm up

These niggas be stuck

These niggas want nothin', I'm keepin' it tucked

I count me the bucks

Shout out to Viv cause he rollin' them blunts

He rollin' them runts

I count all the money, I count up the funds

Pullin' that bitch like grenade

In the mosh pit, ready to rage

Got that chop and I'm all in the range

And I'm swerving ' that I'm doin' that race

Race, uh, race, uh

I'ma just hop in the Wraith

Wraith, uh, Wraith, uh

Bitch, get the fuck out my face

And we pullin' that bitch like grenade

Get clipped by them clippers, you catchin' the fade

I got the chop to your face

I smoke that gas, uh

I adjust smoke to the face

I'm in the outer space

You can kickout with the blade

Nigga, I'm filled with the rage

I got that range, uh

I got that range, uh

I got that race, uh

I got that range, uh

I got that range, uh

Bitch, I got that range

Cus I got that range