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All I wish, the storm will come
The storm will come [now?]
All I wish, the storm will come
The storm will come [now?]

Michael, Michael, not the bully, that's the switchy
Gang stand over, understood me, half of his face gone from the fully (brrt)
He tried to run, but he just couldn't
They tried to stop the blood, they couldn't
They put him on his grill, they cooked him
Belt to ass, he got a whoop (woo)
And I'm slidin' Maybach with the cushions
It's thirty thousand for the book, but twenty bands to get you tucked (okay)
My shooter short, they overlooked him (oh)
E-way out of Brook'
Might drop Tesla in my soda, I'm a bloody money folder, uh

Yeah, it's me
Huh, let's do it, huh

We got in that V and [one soul?] hesitate
Brodie feed drink to his nigga [souls?], shit made bro levitate (brrt)
Never be up on my nigga belt, should make bro heavyweight
Yeah, hit the Vegas, [boost in mines?]
I like my hoes two a time
And I don't put shit up my nose
But I've been out here doin' lines
Bloody steppers, they make their black Forces look like Louboutins
We caught his ain't gotta chain 'cause I just wanna see my shooters shine
My shooters killin' shooters, that's why all your shooters dead
A nigga tried to walk down on the block, heard money on my head
Shit, I ain't goin', bitch, I want that call even if that bitch fall
Shit, I got hit up with that Drac' and that shit left war scars
Sip drank raw, the V is bomb proof
Get up on you, tryna warn you
If my youngin wanna beatin', he gon' swarm you
I go anywhere I want to (ayy), I do anything I want to (ayy)
Found my bitch off the explore page, now I'm searchin' for her tonsils (ayy)
I like deuces of the Tris and I pour lean into my soda
[?] method in this Glock, it's sick, that shit just keep on throwin' up
Throw this shit like Jalen Hurts, I throw it till I fuck my shoulder up (ayy)
She was smart, she really gave me brain, but I guess that bitch ain't know enough

Bought a switch, he got the lo', and through future, I convene
Niggas really ride wave 'cause, bitch, I made the way to ride
Niggas tryna sneak diss, bitch, that's the quickest way to die
Bitch, we made our own religion, nigga, that's how we survive
Pay for killers, we don't do that, toss the [?], thought you know that
Did a bloody sacrifice, wish Eleguà could bring the crew back
Swing my choppers, this a fully
When his bitch blow, better move back
Bitch, I made it out the trenches, out the dirt, bitch, I'm the new Shaq (yeah, it's me)
We caught Jack the whip and yak, bro caught a hat right out the V
It's our smackers, head-tappers, ain't no actors in the V
I'm in charge, brodie put belt to his nigga, got five stars, no bap
Uh, rockin' Denim Tears
When I got that call [?] died I done dropped a tear
And I cannot name a soul or nigga that I fear
I could feel it in my soul, I smell death in the air

All I wish, the storm will come
All I wish, the storm will come