Shy Glizzy, Bigga Rankin - Quiet Storm lyrics

Yeah we know who Doughboy is
It's a storm coming boom boom boom boom boom

I'm going hard for it, I had to starve for it
Remember when I ain't have no money
I had to rob for it
Stood on the block for it
Ran from the cops for it
We still be trappin' out them
Houses with the cardboard
But don't be trippin' over here
No shit is not yours
I heard you saving that lil bitch
Better do some time for her
I make her pull up to my condo
Go up nine floors
And she gon' get right to it pronto
My lil fine whore
She asked me what is my cologne
Lil bitch that's Tom Ford
Now let me slam all in
That pussy like a backboard
The trap niggas up now, look at the jack boys
Them cameras how they get you whacked
Just get it back boy

Oh why my heart so cold
And why my watch so froze (burr)
Really I don't know, I did it on my own
(Young Jefe) you see I'm doing numbers
I'm runnin' out the dungeon
You hear the birds hummin'
Where goes the thunder
It's a storm coming, it's a storm coming
I got real hundreds
Yeah all she want is money
You see we came from nothing
You better get to running
It's a storm coming, it's a storm coming

One thing I learned growing up in these
Streets is that you can't run
From the storm forever you got to
Learn to stand up to
It see there is dignity in surviving
A storm you won't ever walk
Out of a storm the same
Person that went in glizzy
You have survived every storm that came your
Way it's your time to rain!