Through The Storm

人声 : 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 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

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