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Through the Storm
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Through the Storm

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Lyrics

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 morning

Niggas tellin' lies so I gotta be honest

Ask me for to tell it, 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

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)

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 to tell it, 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)

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 laughed 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)

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)

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

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