Thunder

Doped up
 Take drugs and I'm posting up
 On the stoop just rolling up
 Too many blunts, she say "hold up"
 Just ridin' 'round raining out, so we slidin' round
 Bass baning like thunder storms
 Talk down see me pulling that lighting out
 And I'll strike ya, like striker
 See I roll your ashes and light ya
 Either way I'm with the team
 Or I'm with the KLVN
 Either way I ain't about to fight ya
 We're gonna find ya, and teach ya
 That everything ain't peaches
 See everything ain't gravy
 Get no handshake when I see you, bitch
 Getting cash, flowing fast
 Loading up my golden gat
 Golden 'Lac, diamond wheel
 Go so slow I'm riding still
 Living life so lavish
 I'm living life so lavish
 I got blunt guts in the basement
 I got blunt wraps in the attic
 I'm lurking, I'm swerving
 I roll blunts tighter than turbans
 A little turbulence on the .36
 Going 96, that's murder
 See, 187 my rhyme scheme
 Rolex on my time piece
 Cuban Link on my fucking neck
 I made that off of rhyming things
 And now I'm rhyming still, rhyming still
 Go so slow that I'm riding still