30GangVo - Check The Forecast Lyrics

Don't be tripping bout no blessings Bitch be happy that it came
Check the forecast wit on chopper i Think it's time i make it rain
12 to 16 years old some where in that Range
Watching pops hang out the window He was
Serving junkies that came
He say he want my chain
Then his life we can exchange
Find out where the fuck he stay
Send bullets threw his domain
Tryna show out for hoes
Steady saying look at yo clothes
Bet you they won't care bout no Moncler when it's filled wit bullets Holes
Super charge wit a intake I'll take off Before you know
And my Glock wanna race too cock it Back
Ready Set Go
I'm that nigga can't you tell
You paid for her BBL
She hit me up for that Hammer
Whole time I'm the one that nail
Aye
Step foot up in room
All these hoes gone start twerking
Yo whole clique full of straight clowns
Y'all should go work for the circus
XD came wit long range
Wack a nigga straight off the surface
I don't flex on accident
Yes bitch i did it on purpose
Aye
Berrata seen him driving
Crashed into him in the street
Ain't a dr on this earth
To give him the repair that he need
Don't be tripping bout no blessings Bitch be happy that it came
Check the forecast wit my chopper i Think it's time i let it rain
12 to 16 years old some where in that Range
Watching pops hang out the window He was
Serving junkies that cane
We can get it on in that bitch
On this Glock sub way and put foot Long on that bitch
That's yo life don't listen to them make Yo own procedure
Last mf tested me was a teacher
Aye
Hopping on a plane ain't a way for a Escape
Gun turn to a pilot and make his spirit Fly away
Aye
She like the way i look why she all up In my face
Hollow tips split his wig now his scalp Need a crochet
Got the Off white mikes with the Words wrote on the lace
Only way yo team gone win everybody Know they place
Aye
RIP Reese i hate my brother died
Aye
Make my Glock perform a skill bitch I'm certified
And my tolerance is low
(Bitch)
I'll fucking spaz
And the niggas i keep wit me
(Bitch)
They shit worse than mines
I don't think he wanna rumble
I swear to god that he can't fight
The way this bitch made him tumble
I think it's signed by Jessie white
Don't be tripping bout no blessings Bitch be happy that it came
Check the forecast wit my chopper i think it's time i let it rain
12 to 16 years old some where in that Range
Watching pops hang out the window He was
Serving junkies that cane

Don't be tripping bout no blessings Bitch be happy that it came
Check the forecast wit on chopper i Think it's time i make it rain
12 to 16 years old some where in that Range
Watching pops hang out the window He was
Serving junkies that came
He say he want my chain
Then his life we can exchange
Find out where the fuck he stay
Send bullets threw his domain
Tryna show out for hoes
Steady saying look at yo clothes
Bet you they won't care bout no Moncler when it's filled wit bullets Holes
Super charge wit a intake I'll take off Before you know
And my Glock wanna race too cock it Back
Ready Set Go
I'm that nigga can't you tell
You paid for her BBL
She hit me up for that Hammer
Whole time I'm the one that nail
Aye
Step foot up in room
All these hoes gone start twerking
Yo whole clique full of straight clowns
Y'all should go work for the circus
XD came wit long range
Wack a nigga straight off the surface
I don't flex on accident
Yes bitch i did it on purpose
Aye
Berrata seen him driving
Crashed into him in the street
Ain't a dr on this earth
To give him the repair that he need
Don't be tripping bout no blessings Bitch be happy that it came
Check the forecast wit my chopper i Think it's time i let it rain
12 to 16 years old some where in that Range
Watching pops hang out the window He was
Serving junkies that cane
We can get it on in that bitch
On this Glock sub way and put foot Long on that bitch
That's yo life don't listen to them make Yo own procedure
Last mf tested me was a teacher
Aye
Hopping on a plane ain't a way for a Escape
Gun turn to a pilot and make his spirit Fly away
Aye
She like the way i look why she all up In my face
Hollow tips split his wig now his scalp Need a crochet
Got the Off white mikes with the Words wrote on the lace
Only way yo team gone win everybody Know they place
Aye
RIP Reese i hate my brother died
Aye
Make my Glock perform a skill bitch I'm certified
And my tolerance is low
(Bitch)
I'll fucking spaz
And the niggas i keep wit me
(Bitch)
They shit worse than mines
I don't think he wanna rumble
I swear to god that he can't fight
The way this bitch made him tumble
I think it's signed by Jessie white
Don't be tripping bout no blessings Bitch be happy that it came
Check the forecast wit my chopper i think it's time i let it rain
12 to 16 years old some where in that Range
Watching pops hang out the window He was
Serving junkies that cane