Storm Chasin' Lyrics

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Storm chasin' I be spinnin' the bin

Everyday somebody tell me I can't

Fuck the Jakes, I'm peelin' off in a benz

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Problem Child, I be chasin' the storm

Competition, but I'm wantin' it more

Spinnin' that bitch everyday, like a tour

I got issues, heart and mind is at war

I got bitches showin' love Over West

You know bitches be the best Over East

I'm makin' sure everybody gon' eat

Bend the curb, I'm going dumb I a Jeep

Storm chasin' I be spinnin' the bin

Everyday somebody tell me I can't

Fuck the Jakes, I'm peelin' off in a benz

Model Bitches, My lor baby a ten

I got the ball, so it's all on me

Every time that they down, they call on me

I just pray that it all don't fall on me

I'm still hittin' the gas with the car on E

Push to start, I got the keys in ignition

Brodie servin', got the ki's in the kitchen

I ain't makin' no friends with my opposites

Man, I can't even tell who is rockin' with me

Wockiana, Bitch I'm pourin' a cup up

Hit it once and hit again with a rubber

I got the merch that ah fill the whole truck up

Play with my name, a lor bitch ah get fucked up

Me and Brodie, Back to Back

We be cutting

Hit the gas, I might crash I be bluffin'

Big money, only bettin' a hunnid

Hit the track, I fuck it up when I run it

Casamigos got me doin' my dance

Walkin' so dumb with these racks in my pants

Bougie lor bitch wanna fly out to France

Tell that lor bitch that she don't got a chance

Used to be broke, now I'm steppin' regardless

I'm the goat and that's just me being honest

Run with the ball, man I'm feeling like Giannis

Spinnin' that bitch, man I'm feeling like Sonic

3-5 In the wood, man I'm feeling like KD

I won't forgive you for when you betrayed me

Runnin' round' town, screaming "Fuck you, Pay Me"

What the fuck did I do for these bitches to hate me?

Still draggin', you know I'm never stoppin'

Hunnid Fifity every time that I'm coppin'

Trending topic, I'm the one that they watchin'

Don't invite me and I'm sprayin' the function

See me up and now she sayin' she miss me

Still a rookie, but nobody can stick me

She want a purse I ain't buyin' that shit

In the Club with the thugs and we overly lit

Get the bag with the bros and we lit now

Got the Ying in the club make em' sit down

Bossed up got a brand new bitch now

And they callin' my phone I'm the shit now

Me and bro spin that bitch like a cyclone

Fuck it up, redo it, like a typo

I can't fuss with no bitch that ain't my hoe

Hop out the rental and hop in a Tahoe

Problem Child, I be chasin' the storm

Competition, but I'm wantin' it more

Spinnin' that bitch everyday, like a tour

I got issues, heart and mind is at war

I got bitches showin' love Over West

You know bitches be the best Over East

I'm makin' sure everybody gon' eat

Bend the curb, I'm going dumb I a Jeep

Storm chasin' I be spinnin' the bin

Everyday somebody tell me I can't

Fuck the Jakes, I'm peelin' off in a benz

Model Bitches, My lor baby a ten

I got the ball, so it's all on me

Every time that they down, they call on me

I just pray that it all don't fall on me

I'm still hittin' the gas with the car on E