3:30 in the mornin', not a soul in sight The city's lookin' like a ghost town on a moonless summer night Raindrops on the windshield, there's a storm movin' in He's headin' back from somewhere that he never should have been And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls Every light is burnin' in a house across town She's pacin' by the telephone in her faded flannel gown Askin' for a miracle, hopin' she's not right Prayin' it's the weather that's kept him out all night And the thunder rolls Oh, and the thunder rolls Thunder rolls And the lightnin' strikes Another love grows cold On a sleepless night As the storm blows on, out of control Deep in her heart The thunder rolls She's waitin' by the window when he pulls into the drive She rushes out to hold him, thankful he's alive But on the wind and rain, a strange perfume blows And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes And he knows that she knows And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls Thunder rolls And the lightnin' strikes Another love grows cold On a sleepless night As the storm blows on, out of control Deep in her heart The thunder rolls

Blrrrd (blrrrd) Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (KJ, let the beat knock) Let's go Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Blrrrd (blrrrd) Ayy, ayy Backseat of the Rolls truck, keep pouring up, pint damn near empty Mo' drank that I pour up, the deeper I get in my feelings Close range back of the skull, I lost Lil Geno accidentally No opp can say they did it, pussy getting killed 'cause he mentioned This rap shit just a image, gotta know that I'm still spinnin' Never paid for a hit, 30 get active with them switches He thought this shit was sweet and fell a victim of this glizzy Free Preston out the feds, they gave him ten 'cause niggas snitchin' Ayy, he gotta go, that's on my nigga One opp so little, when he die, he getting smoked out a Swisher Certified in these streets, I get shit done, we push the issue Can't bring that shit to Cali', I'm out here strapped with a millennium I'm extra Drop a bag on your head, kill you, then buy myself a Tesla Keep hollering I'm a rapper, say that same shit to detective Choppa Gang, that's for life, pussy, go to war with the Devil Write that over my hearse next to KSBG forever AR-15, Glock 19, 7.62, et cetera Never caught no corona 'cause every day sipping medical I'm booked up on the weekend, but hitting they block in my schedule Got pins on Glock, bump stock ARs, this shit could send us federal Gucci shoe, Gucci sock, Gucci belt with the Gucci letterman Boy, you ain't really trapping, heard you got rich off a settlement Lot of niggas don't like me, they just with me 'cause they scared of me Shiesty told me to move tighter, watch out for envy and jealousy They hate me 'cause I'm winning, Lord Staying dangerous every day, forgive me as I'm sinning, Lord Ain't too many niggas blessed like me and they still spinning, Lord Said, ain't too many niggas rich as me hop out with semis, Lord How they did that last boy? Remind me of my last kill Pussy pulled that stunt in 2015, on his ass still Snuck 20 Percs up on the plane and the bottle say Advil Flew the set to Cali', we went too ham on that last drill Blrrrd (blrrrd) Blrrrd (blrrrd) Blrrrd (blrrrd), blrrrd (blrrrd), blrrrd (blrrrd)