Verse 1: Racing Gaming
Took her for a drive out in the car (drive)
N***as be dancin’ where everybody like my bar (brave bar)
No, no, no more n***as in the park
For a bitch, this is a feelin’ through my dog bark (bark)
Wow, how are you doin’?
You must have been bitches everywhere to get goin’ (goin’)
Man, take my old house out (house, old)
Broke bitch tryna go my clouds about (what?)
Everything and this is nothing paid for cash (shit)
Cold blooded n***a out in the 50 droppin’ on the bitch everywhere downtown that sash (sash)
Yo, you better be goin’ tonight
Or with that, these n***as are gonna make you go fight (ooh)
Proclaim, proclaim, proclaim (proclaim)
Knocking out my bitch down train (wow)
For everybody, fuck around a drop aim
I'm sayin’ “Partial clouds”, now it's all a shame
Couple bitches out on the street (street)
These are some flickin’ n***as coming out to peace (peace)
Droppin’ the stage, all in Illinois
We must make the bridge, fuck that shit boy

Chorus: Typhoon
Be partial everywhere, I need my paid cash
You must be so hungry over all that shit
Cold water, bitch all bladder and that is all matter
Believe it or not, this shit is more like a ladder
Yeah, yeah, yeah, partial clouds
Yeah, yeah, yeah, partial clouds
Verse 2: Slime
Slime!
More n***as gonna go my way (way)
Caves are brakin’, caves are goin’, but that is something for breakin’ (now)
Real bitch, all of a time (time)
Make the winner bitch, n***a why don't you climb? (why don't you?)
Braggin’ ‘bout a basketball, there is nothing ever wrong with that (wrong)
Like me, he would break my bitch (break it)
Elliott, take all these bitches walkin’ (walkin’)
Nope, partial clouds got the markin’
Pop on your man, that is tryna be smalkin’
Now, not being a n***a, this shit is really coughin’
Don't make me wanna play, I'm not a dolphin (skrrt)
Pray ‘til a bitch going at your whip
And I fuck the big man, knockin’ out your hip
Isabella, fuck what he do (he do)
Chop on the vault like a redo (okay)

Chorus: Typhoon
Be partial everywhere, I need my paid cash
You must be so hungry over all that shit
Cold water, bitch all bladder and that is all matter
Believe it or not, this shit is more like a ladder
Yeah, yeah, yeah, partial clouds
Yeah, yeah, yeah, partial clouds
Verse 3: Typhoon
Bro, I'm takin’ a typhoon building
Singing all my walrus, thrilling (ah)
Bigger and better shit, then I keep a better shit (better shit)
N***a pocket watchin’, then that is gonna be rockin’ (what is?)
My drip, no, not takin’ a real creep tip, oh
Pertain a litte bitch this is bangin’ songs (banging)
Ooh, now exits are exits, much better (hey)
Voltage to the Spike, these are people out the bars
Innocents out that bad trash, that is mad lash (mad)
Pros are coming, partial clouds are talkin’ (what are they doin’?)
What's a n***a doin’ if they want some food? (food)
Nope, nobody need some shit through the building (typhoon)
Holy shit, this the only big bounce between n***as
Boy, don't be talkin’ all that shit, this n***a is a bitch
Come and get your ass smacked (do it)
Run up, then I'm gonna blow your house down (blow it down)

Chorus: Typhoon
Be partial everywhere, I need my paid cash
You must be so hungry over all that shit
Cold water, bitch all bladder and that is all matter
Believe it or not, this shit is more like a ladder
Yeah, yeah, yeah, partial clouds
Yeah, yeah, yeah, partial clouds
Verse 4: Voltage Spike
Spike!
Now, I be winnin’, I be competin’
But this is a must and everything be readin’ (wow)
We are headin’ out for a n***a
Brought everybody out in this bitch
Takeoff no new bitch, so I'm taking important shit
Nowadays, the spike family needs to like a bit of real life and like my shit
My 3 point shooting, huh? What's wrong? (wrong?)
She said, “Takin’ out the trash is really gettin’ kind of boring”
I helped her out, and she had something
(Ooh) Now be on a bitch, buttons everywhere
The clouds are in some partial shit, n***a you need some facts, ooh
Racing Gaming on the pussy is still matched, ooh
Hard bitch, good pussy, talkin’ shit to shit (what is that?)
Balloon burkin’ bag, this Louis bar is very strong (strong)
My bitch is always bein’ caught wrong (ooh)
Partial fuckin’ clouds makin’ all these n***as pay
Overload my only bitch, this pussy n***a on a relentless day
Come on, display (hey, hey, hey)

Chorus: Typhoon
Be partial everywhere, I need my paid cash
You must be so hungry over all that shit
Cold water, bitch all bladder and that is all matter
Believe it or not, this shit is more like a ladder
Yeah, yeah, yeah, partial clouds
Yeah, yeah, yeah, partial clouds