Through the Storm

(I need to talk to Mike Lowrey)

(Hello? It's Mike Lowrey)

Through the night when it be stormin'

Hopin' everything could clear up by the mornin'

**** 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 shit

Flexin' on these ****, pockets full of blue hunnids

Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin'

Ain't no time to waste, some **** play, we gon' burn him, yeah

Today Friday, so you know we on that Clyde and Dodo

I got black and white bitches knockin' at my door though

I'm in the middle of the room posted with a four-four

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 shit, so I ain't gotta trip though

Ten thousand dollars, that ain't shit

I gave him that times three though, Slime

Through the night when it be stormin'

Hopin' everything could clear up by the mornin'

**** 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 shit

Flexin' on these ****, pockets full of blue hunnids

Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin'

Ain't no time to waste, some **** play, we gon' burn him, yeah

Can't tote no gun, but got that Glock while 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 dope though

I told Nene I'm comin' back, she think I'm with a hoe though

Hunnid grand in my pocket when I wanna flex

Back in the day, them **** laughed when I said I'm next

Up with the chopper 'case that boy try reach for my neck

You know I'll pop 'em, fuck that shit, I put his ass to rest, Slime

Turned up like, "Who want it?" We pulled up on that dumb shit

Flexin' on these ****, pockets full of blue hunnids

Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin'

Ain't no time to waste, some **** 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)