Check The Forecast Lyrics

Don't be tripping bout no blessings Bitch be happy that it came

Check the forecast with on chopper i Think it's time i make it rain

12 to 16 years old some where in that Range

Watching pops hang out the window He was

Serving junkies that came

He say he want my chain

Then his life we can exchange

Find out where the fuck he stay

Send bullets threw his domain

Tryna show out for hoes

Steady saying look at yo clothes

Bet you they won't care bout no Moncler when it's filled with bullets Holes

Super charge wit a intake I'll take off Before you know

And my Glock wanna race too cock it Back

Ready Set Go

I'm that nigga can't you tell

You paid for her BBL

She hit me up for that Hammer

Whole time I'm the one that nail

Aye

Step foot up in room

All these hoes gone start twerking

Yo whole clique full of straight clowns

Y'all should go work for the circus

XD came wit long range

Wack a nigga straight off the surface

I don't flex on accident

Yes bitch i did it on purpose

Aye

Berrata seen him driving

Crashed into him in the street

Ain't a dr on this earth

To give him the repair that he need

Don't be tripping bout no blessings Bitch be happy that it came

Check the forecast with my chopper i Think it's time i let it rain

12 to 16 years old some where in that Range

Watching pops hang out the window He was

Serving junkies that cane

We can get it on in that bitch

On this Glock sub way and put foot Long on that bitch

That's yo life don't listen to them make Yo own procedure

Last mf tested me was a teacher

Aye

Hopping on a plane ain't a way for a Escape

Gun turn to a pilot and make his spirit Fly away

Aye

She like the way i look why she all up In my face

Hollow tips split his wig now his scalp Need a crochet

Got the Off white mikes with the Words wrote on the lace

Only way yo team gone win everybody Know they place

Aye

RIP Reese i hate my brother died

Aye

Make my Glock perform a skill bitch I'm certified

And my tolerance is low

(Bitch)

I'll fucking spaz

And the niggas i keep with me

(Bitch)

They shit worse than mines

I don't think he wanna rumble

I swear to god that he can't fight

The way this bitch made him tumble

I think it's signed by Jessie white

Don't be tripping bout no blessings Bitch be happy that it came

Check the forecast with my chopper i think it's time i let it rain

12 to 16 years old some where in that Range

Watching pops hang out the window He was

Serving junkies that cane