YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Through the Storm lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Through the Storm lyrics]
I need to talk to Mike Laury hello?
This is Mike Laury dubba-AA flex
This Is The Sound
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 Tellage
You know that I'ma run it
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
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 Three 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
(No cap) 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 morning
Niggas tellin' lies so I gotta be honest
Ask me for the Tellage
You know that I'ma run it
Turned up like we 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 wait, so nigga play
We gon' burn him
Can't tote no gun but got that Glock
When I'm up in a Yo' though
Plus my PO and the Police
Knockin' at my door though
I get creative on the track just
Like a blunt of dope though
I told Nini 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 laughed
When I said I'm next
Up with the choppa 'case that boy
Try reach for my neck
You know how I'll pop 'em, fuck that shit
I put his ass to rest (brrt, slime)
Turned up like we 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 wait, so nigga
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
This is Mike Laury dubba-AA flex
This Is The Sound
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 Tellage
You know that I'ma run it
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
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 Three 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
(No cap) 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 morning
Niggas tellin' lies so I gotta be honest
Ask me for the Tellage
You know that I'ma run it
Turned up like we 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 wait, so nigga play
We gon' burn him
Can't tote no gun but got that Glock
When I'm up in a Yo' though
Plus my PO and the Police
Knockin' at my door though
I get creative on the track just
Like a blunt of dope though
I told Nini 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 laughed
When I said I'm next
Up with the choppa 'case that boy
Try reach for my neck
You know how I'll pop 'em, fuck that shit
I put his ass to rest (brrt, slime)
Turned up like we 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 wait, so nigga
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