Through The Storm

人聲: Youngboy Never Broke Again
I need to talk to Mike Lowrey
Hello?
It's Mike Lowrey
Dubba-AA Flex
This is the sound
Through the night when it be stormin'
Hopin' everything could clear up by the morning
****** tellin' lies so I gotta be honest
Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I'ma run it
Turned up like who want it, we pulled up on that dumb s**t
Flexin' on these ******, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin'
Ain't no time to waste, a ***** play, we gon' burn him, yeah
Today Friday so you know we on that Clyde and Dodo
I got black and white b*****s knockin' at my door though
I'm in the middle of the room posted with a .44
I got it out in case a ** *** wanna take a photo
Remember me and 3Three we used to ride up in a stolo
Now I'm in a two-door coupe, it used to be a four-door
Don't pay for cable, he want static, tell him let me know though
I'm quick to let a ***** have it, you know I'ma blow though
Late at night I used to sneak out my grandfather window
And I was coolin' on a flight, and I was hittin' them licks though
Wasn't for him I wouldn't be s**t, so I ain't gotta trip though
Ten thousand dollars, that ain't s**t,
I gave him that times three though (slime)
Through the night when it be stormin'
Hopin' everything could clear up by the morning
****** tellin' lies so I gotta be honest
Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I'ma run it
Turned up like who want it, we pulled up on that dumb s**t
Flexin' on these ******, pockets fullof blue hundreds
Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin'
Ain't no time to waste, a ***** play, we gon' burn him, yeah
Can't tote no gun but got that Glock when I'm up in the yo' though
Plus my PO and the police knockin' at my door though
I get Q-Red to lace the track just like a blunt of **** though
I told Nene I'm comin' back, she think I'm with a hoe though
Hundred grand in my pocket when I wanna flex
Back in the day them ****** laughed when I said I'm next
Up with the choppa 'case that boy try reach for my neck
You know I'll pop 'em, **** that s**t, I put his ass to rest (brrt, slime)
Turned up like who want it, we pulled up on that dumb s**t
Flexin' on these ******, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin'
Ain't no time to waste, a ***** play, we gon' burn him, yeah
Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I told that boy I'm slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I told that boy he not gon' take my sack, yeah
And if he play, I swear I'm goin' hard back