Through The Storm

I need to talk to Mike Lowrey Hello It's Mike Lowrey Pre-Chorus Through the night when it be stormin' Hopin' everything could clear up by the morning Niggas tellin' lies so I gotta be honest Ask me for the telly, you know that I'ma run it Chorus Turned up like who want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit Flexin' on these niggas, 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 nigga play, we gon' burn him, yeah Verse 1 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 44 I got it out in case a nigga 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 nigga 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 Pre-Chorus Through the night when it be stormin' Hopin' everything could clear up by the morning Niggas tellin' lies so I gotta be honest Ask me for the telly, you know that I'ma run it Chorus Turned up like who want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit Flexin' on these niggas, 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 nigga play, we gon' burn him, yeah Verse 2 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 dope 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 niggas laugh when I said I'm next Up with the choppa 'case that boy try reach for my neck You know I'll pop 'em, fuck that shit, I put his ass to rest brrt, slime Chorus Turned up like who want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit Flexin' on these niggas, 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 nigga play, we gon' burn him, yeah Outro 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