Storming!

100 bands on my wrist like a cashier F*ck on me and y'all call me a master You be runnin up but i be faster Wrist so fake it be lookin like plaster Workin on a farm yard out in the paster Im so cruel yeah like a spell caster Callin up storm i be a forecaster All these hoes like did you ask her Wrist so froze like the ice age 16 years old yeah that's a nice age Yeah he's holding back he's holding rage Hit up in the dm while im on stage 600 dollars yeah i can wage Im swiping right just like a page Songs blowing up it's like a plague 2k right and you're engaged? Bitch i let these fuckin bands through the top (yeah the top) Load it up now we clean it with a mop (with a mop) Back it up yeah boy i got a glock (yeah a glock) I be soarin in the sky yeah like a hawk 100 bands on my wrist like a cashier F*ck on me and y'all call me a master You be runnin up but i be faster Wrist so fake it be lookin like plaster Workin on a farm yard out in the paster Im so cruel yeah like a spell caster Callin up storm i be a forecaster