Fourcast Lyrics

What's the weather man I'm trying to check the forecast

Like shit it's 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 with four straps

A taurus G2, with the 18 clip it won't

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 it's 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 that's 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

Fuck 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 that's on the city man i'm destined

Like whats the weather man I'm trying to check the forecast

Like shit it's 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

What's the weather man I'm trying to check the forecast

Shit it's storming how I'm blowing through this damn cash