weatherman

[Chorus]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Raf Simons on my sweater
Mix it with Balenci leather
Make it rain in the strip club, I can change the weather
You can't blame me for getting paid by almost any measure
Walking out Dover Street bitch I'm fly just like a feather
You was talking shit on dead homies Glock put your brain in blender
Boy stop talking shit, you don't know me, I'll punch you like Mayweather
Drop the lo to boy to set him up, this ain't no get together

[Verse]
I got tires on my feet they the defenders
I smoke weed every day no I ain't on a bender
This ain't no ice cream shop boy I ain't fuckin friendly
I up pole on em till a pussy boy surrender
Yeah yeah
I got gang ties with my clique
Looking homeless but I'm rocking the Rick
I'm really with it watch who you call a bitch
Got a trigger finger and that shit got a itch
I up the stick make a pussyboy sprint
Look at your wallet that shit filled with lint
Can't let em see me got a 5% tint
I won't get caught lacking imma stand on 10
They see that I'm white, and they want me to rap like I'm Eminem
Fuck that shit i got bands
You suck you don't got no fans
I don't rock no clothes unless they made by expensive brands
I won't do your show unless you pay me in fucking advance

[Chorus]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Raf Simons on my sweater
Mix it with Balenci leather
Make it rain in the strip club, I can change the weather
You can't blame me for getting paid by almost any measure
Walking out Dover Street bitch I'm fly just like a feather
You was talking shit on dead homies Glock put your brain in blender
Boy stop talking shit, you don't know me, I'll punch you like Mayweather
Drop the lo to boy to set him up, this ain't no get together