Typhoon

[Chorus]
Mm, I been ballin' on shit, eh
Why do you me like flint? Yeah
Pills in that shit, I mix up
Gave your soul to dance, uh
And I'm too stoned to get up
And when that boy soft, she test up
He made a wrong turn, that nigga messed up
Bitch, I'm like Meek Mill, get up
I'm too numb, can't feel, nigga
Tapped in with some real hitters
Attack that boy, yeah, go get 'em
Attack that boy, yeah, okay, lets get it
She ain’t my main, let bro get her
I’m too fishy, got no flippers
Outside next to the little dipper
Killed everything, Adolf Hitler
Bitch was so fine, that heart been hurt
Hit the bih' in a tight scissor
At first she ain’t really like me, I look her right in her eyes, flipped her
I flipped her right to the side, ou
I'm turnin' in that typhoon

[Verse 1]
She still riding on my wood
Just hit her, it’s like a meteor
I’ll fuck you right on the dresser
I'm pulling her hair get her creamier
She done bounce out up out of my [?]
Talking that shit in the street, we can keep it there
Can't show up to your home, gonna' beat on there
Shawty was all on me, said she want meat in her
Tryna push up, niggas, uh, you can't get near
That's why I turn my people to stars
Yo' bitch can't wait, she kissing my draws
These bitches so smoked down just like some rocks
Long back, white bitch, she look like 2hollis
I got a big heart, think I'm two hearted
When I greened out, I had to restart
That bitch too plain, I had to depart
Yeah, paint on her face, it’s pretty like art
These niggas be up just to be a narc
That nigga got hit like a cart
Perc wit some fent, it had me barfin’
We in the X6, just workin
I need a vest, its proportions
Put one in yo’ head like a porpoise
Put a spell on me, that girl a sorcerous
Got bands, yeah, I get more shit
I'm a big pit, you a poor kid

[Chorus]
Mm, I been ballin' on shit, eh
Why do you me like flint? Yeah
Pills in that shit, I mix up
Gave your soul to dance, uh
And I'm too stoned to get up
And when that boy soft, she test up
He made a wrong turn, that nigga messed up
Bitch, I'm like Meek Mill, get up
I'm too numb, can't feel, nigga
Tapped in with some real hitters
Attack that boy, yeah, go get 'em
She ain’t my main, let bro hit her
I’m too fishy, got no flippers
Outside next to the little dipper
Killed everything, Adolf Hitler
Bitch was so fine, that heart been hurt
Hit the bih' in a tight scissor
At first she ain’t really like me, I look her right in her eyes, flipped her
I flip her right to the side, ou
I'm tryna be in that typhoon

[Verse 2]
You unseasoned niggas like white food
I ain't even tryna hype you, I ain't even tryna care for you
You broke as hell and lame, yuh, that's why I don't like you, uh
It’s a lot of green, that shit like troops
Watch that hellcat flee, like it’s a tiger, uh
I think she like me, she let me bite her, uh
Got some .223’s, its a fish fry in here, uh