The Weatherman - Troy Ave

I got snow

I got ice…

I got snow

I got ice

I’m the weatherman

Yo nigga argue bout the price u need a better man

I got sticks

I got drums

Like I head a band

Married to the game

But I don’t wear a wedding band

I got snow

I got ice

I’m the weatherman

Yo nigga argue bout the price u need a better man

I got sticks

I got drums

Like I head a band

Married to the game

But I don’t wear a wedding band

½ a million dollar bail right after arraignment

Switch all the vees

Cause them bugs ain’t nothing to play with

I jus point fuk a price

She looked in amazement

Her last nigga left the dealer with payment arrangements

My life’s out of order but papers straight

I’m crooked but my God is great

Won’t u let me take u on a date

That’s a rhetorical question

I’m always giving those

Along with dick and a uber

I’m never cuffin hoes

I got snow

I got ice

I’m the weatherman

Yo nigga argue bout the price u need a better man

I got sticks

I got drums

Like I head a band

Married to the game

But I don’t wear a wedding band

I got snow

I got ice

I’m the weatherman

Yo nigga argue bout the price u need a better man

I got sticks

I got drums

Like I head a band

Married to the game

But I don’t wear a wedding band

Pull up with the roof dropped

Eating on a roof top

I been leveled up

But she said boy I’m giving you top

I laughed

Put a palm on her ass

Then gripped a veal chop

And told her here

Now you grab some meat

She like yo chill stop

Send the bill out

Then I pill knots

I got snow

I got ice

I’m the weatherman

Yo nigga argue bout the price u need a better man

I got sticks

I got drums

Like I head a band

Married to the game

But I don’t wear a wedding band

I got snow

I got ice

I’m the weatherman

Yo nigga argue bout the price u need a better man

I got sticks

I got drums

Like I head a band

Married to the game

But I don’t wear a wedding band