Hurricane Freestyle

[Intro: The Weeknd & Lil Gnar]
See this in 3D, all lights out for me
All lights out for me, lightning strikes the beach
Eighty degrees, warm it up for me
Finally fre-
Ida, one of the strongest hurricanes on record to hit Louisiana, the states third major hurricane in just over a year
-e, found the God in me
And I want you to see, I can walk on water
Thousand miles from shore, I can float on the water
Father, hold me close (Yeah), don't let me drown (It's Lil Gnar)
I know you won't (Uh)

[Verse]
Runnin' 'round, used to bag them pounds, now I just run this town (Yeah)
I can walk on water, hop off the porch and I ain't never drown (On god)
Youngins' slide when I say, "Go" like Simon Says, get filled with holes (Brr)
People dyin' left and right, I'm paranoid, can't sleep at night (Yeah)
Said it's up and stuck, I let that glizzy burn, I grip it tight (Fah)
No concern when they say smoke, got big lungs, I ain't duckin' shows (Huh)
Had to live and learn, never speak no hate, just learn to wait my turn (Never)
Whizzed past these kids, askin' if this Zaza in my backwoods (Yeah)
Been givin' it what it's supposed to give, gave my all, yeah, and it's up (Yeah)
Hundred thousand ain't shit, need a couple M's just to say that's racks (Yeah)
Really him, and yeah that's facts, I will bust Smith & Wesson
But nah, this ain't Men in Black, let the bars go off your head top
Like a press and code, I press the chrome up to his dome
I got everything, custom chrome hearts straight from
Laurie Lynn Stark (Uh)
Hop up in that foreign and push the start, gas, no park (Uh)
Got good hooks and killer beats, like Kenny Man mixed with Wu-Tang
R.I.P Harambe, I go gorilla up in that poontang (Gang, gang)
My hood like Jumanji, my niggas apes, we at the blue flame (Blue flame)
Can't finesse a finesser, ain't goin' for no fuckin' short change (No sir)
Goin' through so damn much, it's a miracle a nigga still sane (On god)
I ain't the richest in my city yet, but I'm on the way though (On god)
I get loads from the Migos, payin' plugs up with them pesos
Built this shit brick by brick from the ground just like some LEGO's (Bah)
African shorty flew in from Lagos, I go with her, let's go
Ballin' like Carmelo, but lil' boy I do not play though (Boy)
No cap, need them backends for my children, and that's real rap (Gang, gang)
Just like a machine, all a nigga be doin' is spit facts (Facts)
Snakes in the grass, get a machete, and get 'em cut back
Yeah-yeah, Gnarcotic 'til the death of me, and boy it's been that