Yeroc - Changing The Weather Lyrics

I done ran up them racks I done flipped me some packs
It's NTL I never lost a match
I don't want your bitch if she gonna get attached
I don't want to walk in if I can't take my get
Yeah I remix the pack call it abracadabra
Is she suckin or fuckin but no it don't Matter
Bitch call me corey I'm like say it backwards
Yeah that .556 turn a nigga to Casper
Put my kids in her mouth and they doing gymnastics
They say that boy dead and gone damn that's tragic
Put that boy on a stretcher we made him elastic
We just fogged up the car now she wiping her glasses
My bitch boujie she don't wanna fuck imma take her to Gucci
But I love me a groupie she gonna suck me up in the back of a hoopty
It's been 7 times I'm drawing a line
I think that I love her I'm losing my mind
Pulled up to the house with a bottle of wine
She crazy and curvy she stay on my line
Freak lil bitch and she ready to suck on that nut
She don't give a fuck
Hit a freak lil bitch in the back of my truck
Got my hand on my Glock and I'm ready to bust
Me and my dawgs we eating together
Everytime I drop I'm changing the weather
I don't got a sweater on I can't sweat her
Yeah it's rocks in my watch and they cover the bezel
I'm a hard ass nigga you soft like a feather
Hop in my whip she gon cream on the leather
Yeah I'm lactose intolerant but I got cheddar
Ole girl had came before I even met her

I done ran up them racks I done flipped me some packs
It's NTL I never lost a match
I don't want your bitch if she gonna get attached
I don't want to walk in if I can't take my get
Yeah I remix the pack call it abracadabra
Is she suckin or fuckin but no it don't Matter
Bitch call me corey I'm like say it backwards
Yeah that .556 turn a nigga to Casper
Put my kids in her mouth and they doing gymnastics
They say that boy dead and gone damn that's tragic
Put that boy on a stretcher we made him elastic
We just fogged up the car now she wiping her glasses
My bitch boujie she don't wanna fuck imma take her to Gucci
But I love me a groupie she gonna suck me up in the back of a hoopty
It's been 7 times I'm drawing a line
I think that I love her I'm losing my mind
Pulled up to the house with a bottle of wine
She crazy and curvy she stay on my line
Freak lil bitch and she ready to suck on that nut
She don't give a fuck
Hit a freak lil bitch in the back of my truck
Got my hand on my Glock and I'm ready to bust
Me and my dawgs we eating together
Everytime I drop I'm changing the weather
I don't got a sweater on I can't sweat her
Yeah it's rocks in my watch and they cover the bezel
I'm a hard ass nigga you soft like a feather
Hop in my whip she gon cream on the leather
Yeah I'm lactose intolerant but I got cheddar
Ole girl had came before I even met her