Tsu Surf, Sy Ari Da Kid - Perfect Storm lyrics

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

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?
LA, 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

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

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

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