Weather Report II Lyrics

There appears to be a massive hurricane forming in the east Atlantic

Off to you, Nado

Yeah, it's a Weather Report

BuckNado be rappin the Weather Report

Yeah, it's a Weather Report

The Perfect Storm, issa Weather Report

Yeah, it's a Weather Report

BuckNado be rappin the Weather Report

Yeah, it's a Weather Report

The Perfect Storm, issa Weather Report

Nado, issa weather report

Imma forecast for better, for worse

I get too hot with the sweater and shirt

Leaving him struck, he be dead in a hearse

Squaring against my competitors first

Pain is a blessing and pleasure a curse

Love is cyclonic whenever it hurts

Weather can bring us together for sure

It's 75 and the low about 50

The hurricane winds be moving me swiftly

Chiefin one more in the storm out of pity

Finna get me a bottle, I'm back in a jiffy

Started with ten tracks, now I got fifty

Visuals gettin a little bit trippy

Writing my lyrics, I'm finna get picky

Sliding in with the transition

Sun God on the beat go Ra Ra

Imma laugh to the bank like haha

Finna abracadabra, ta da

At the peak of my game like top dog

Revealing my soul like voila

Speed race when I rap, I'm a hot rod

I'm eroding away, should I rock on

But as long as I'm present, I'm not gone

Everything is meant to be, it's meant to be

I'm a weather man, it's meant for me essentially

2080, I'm a century with twenty three

Taken off in a mental penitentiary

Take it from Elsa, let go

Getting on track and I set goals

Put another rap beat on the death toll

In a year, I be growing by tenfold, yeah

Blowing a hookah cloud so big, it be a cumulus, yeah

I'm with the Nado in the studio, joking and humorous, yeah

I ain't a rookie but when we together, I ain't be new to this, yeah

Dunk and shoot, I'm making two assists, yeah, lyricism getting ludicrous, yeah

Cookin a chicken dinner, homie I feel like a winner winner, yeah

Writing this in the winter, I ain't be cold like it's mid December

Homie, I been remembered but it's half a decade and I'm still beginning, yeah

Tagovailoa, Waddle on our jersey and now we be twinnin, twinnin, yeah

Hearing the angel, devil on my shoulder

We are just 20 years and getting bolder

Like I'm in Colorado, never sober

We getting younger, wiser, never older

Now I just smoke a bowl until it's over

Finna enjoy the high, ain't getting lower

Don't wanna say goodbye, I got composure

I love you, till next time, it's what I told her

It's a Weather Report

BuckNado be rappin the Weather Report

Yeah, it's a Weather Report

The Perfect Storm, issa Weather Report

Nado, it's a Weather Report

Trapunzel rappin the Weather Report

Yeah, it's a Weather Report

The Perfect Storm, issa Weather Report

Nado