Ecoys, Roxas, ​rodneyy - Weather lyrics

Like I just wanna know if you
Really gon' put that stick up
(Put that stick up) suck a nigga dick
Swear to God it gon' give her the hiccups
Caught him in 4k
Best believe we gon' take that picture
(yeah, uh) and I'm not with the shit's
If you talkin' down all on Twitter
Say it to my face, you gon' get it, bitch
I bet you (Bitch, I bet you)
I just want the face, girl
There ain't no need to catch up
Moncler coat, I got this bitch in any weather
(Woah, woah, woah)
You talking sweet on my name
Catch this berretta (Bow, bow)

I'm walking 'round with a stick out
You run up on me you get blicked down
She on the net talking shit now
I kicked her out of my house
I'm buying that gas by the ounce
I'm making a bag off my sounds
She wanna just do it like NIKE
She making her nigga wanna fight me
I'm sipping this drank like Hi-C
She saying that she wanna bite me
I grab me a stick, I ain't fighting
My whip got the star, lighting
They know that I'm on, they biting
That stick in the front, exciting
Please don't run up on, don't try me
Made a nigga need an IV
Big league like I'm Ivvy
Throw a party, just invite me
That boy saying he don't like me
But I bet that he won't fight me
Cause I gotta walk with a stick
Cause I gotta walk with a stick
Cause I gotta walk with a stick
Cause I gotta walk with a stick
Yes, I gotta walk with a stick
Yes, I gotta walk with a blick
You run up on me, you get hit
You run up on me, you get split
That bitch wanna jump on my dick
She wanna come do a new trick
Can't get shit with that ho
Going back home and making me a hit

Uh, yeah, a movie, uh roxas
Please don't start it, uh
Yeah, don't start it, uh cO-OP
Yeah, yeah, uh

We make a movie
I'ma pull that coupe right out the
'cause he a goofy
If I didn't want it, I'ma pass it
'cause I'm choosy
I'm collecting racks, I spend it like it's my
I'm in latest fashion
My old friends are rocking truey
Spend ten on my ksubis yeah
Like what you even doing? Pull up
My double G like Rodneyy
We steppin' in Gucci speeding in Ferarri
It's all red like Ruby
One day I'ma love her, then I'm not
I'm too moody pull out just like sushi
She say, "I wanna run up a bag"
Wanna go spend a whole check at Saks

Talking to bro's and it's all too much drugs

I go ghost, but I always come back
Big, gotta run it like track, uh

Like I just wanna know if you
Really gon' put that stick up
(Put that stick up) suck a nigga dick
Swear to God it gon' give her the hiccups
Caught him in 4k
Best believe we gon' take that picture
(yeah, uh) and I'm not with the shit's
If you talkin' down all on Twitter
Say it to my face, you gon' get it, bitch
I bet you (Bitch, I bet you)
I just want the face, girl
There ain't no need to catch up
Moncler coat, I got this bitch in any weather
(Woah, woah, woah)
You talking sweet on my name
Catch this berretta (Bow, bow)