NBA YoungBoy – Through The Storm

Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
I got it out in case a nigga wanna take a photo
And I was coolin’ on a flight, and I was hittin’ them licks though
Up with the choppa ‘case that boy try reach for my neck
Now I’m in a two-door coupe, it used to be a four-door
Ten thousand dollars, that ain’t shit, I gave him that times three though
I got black and white bitches knockin’ at my door though
Niggas tellin’ lies so I gotta be honest
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Today Friday so you know we on that Clyde and Dodo
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be shit, so I ain’t gotta trip though
Hopin’ everything could clear up by the morning
I get creative, lace the track just like a blunt of dope though
Ask me for to tell it, you know that I’ma run it
I’m quick to let a nigga have it, you know I’ma blow though
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
I’m in the middle of the room posted with a .44
Through the night when it be stormin’
[Chorus]
I told Nini I’m comin’ back, she think I’m with a hoe though
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
You know how I pop, fuck that shit, I put his ass to rest
Back in the day them niggas laughed when I said I’m next
Through the night when it be stormin’

[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Hundred grand in my pocket when I wanna flex
Hopin’ everything could clear up by the morning
[Verse 2]
[Verse 1]
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him
Remember me and 3Three we used to ride up in a stolo
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 the yo’ though
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’

Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Plus my PO and the police knockin’ at my door though
Don’t pay for cable, he want static, tell him let me know though
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him
Late at night I used to sneak out my grandfather window
Niggas tellin’ lies so I gotta be honest

Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I’ma run it