Perfect Storm

Lyrics

[Intro: Sy Ari Da Kid] Whole lotta, bad winter Rain on me, rain on me Slow motion, cash money Can't run game on me My niggas 100, they won't change on me [Verse 1: Tsu Surf] Another night, another mission mobbin' This kush hittin', drivin' Me and these niggas ain't got shit in common Bigger problems, heavy ass bags buncha' shit inside it Dreamin' 'bout a Lamb, woke up ain't even get to drive it Fish tail Caught up in some pussy, missed a brick sale I just had a quarter and a dream, nigga, wish well Head from a thick girl, manicure, tip nails Baby hairs, stink Uber, that's the reason baby here This rap shit make it harder to sleep We done fuckin', think she stayin', why she fallin' asleep? L.A., Atlanta, home, Houston, do it all in a week Big cars and soft leather, bitches fall in the seats We don't vacation much, my niggas all in the street Phone call, black trucks, they be all for the beef See we don't vacation much, my niggas all in the streets These phone calls, black trucks they be all for the beef [Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid] Whole lotta, bad winter Rain on me, rain on me Slow motion, cash money Can't run game on me My niggas, 100, they won't change on me I already know who I'm better than Hear me knocking like David, better let 'em in You are now looking at a veteran Papa said if you gon' play then you better win Ay, hell nah we ain't settling I can see the storm coming like a weatherman Hey, roll the dice, bet again Damn, another young nigga dead again [Verse 2: Tsu Surf] So what's the difference between fucking and friends and In a relationship, but not really saying shit About how you hate the shit, the comfy complacent shit Don't work, but you make the shit, just stop drop roll It's 'bout safety, shit I don't really wanna make you hate me But lately these niggas coming crazy, bitches tryna taste me Know it seem good, 'cause when we fuckin' everything good It's fucked up, but I mean good, grinding 'til the team good This paper chase got a nigga wired Kush from the west, shit hittin' fire I say I trap and you say I'm a liar Proceed what happened with cool and keeping it low key What happened with cool and keeping it low key Another young nigga dead again I'm in the car getting head again Was dark skin, now she red again Really these pills be the medicine And these ain't no Excedrin Roll the dice bet again [Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid] Whole lotta, bad winter Rain on me, rain on me Slow motion, cash money Can't run game on me My niggas, 100, they won't change on me I already know who I'm better than Hear me knocking like Dave, better let 'em in You are now looking at a veteran Papa said if you gon' play then you better win Ay, hell nah we ain't settling I can see the storm coming like a weatherman Hey, roll the dice, bet again Damn, another young nigga dead again