Thru The Storm

Lyrics

[Intro:] PFCTBC shit you know Still on that gang shit Shit had the whole fucking city scared [Chorus:] All night til when it get sunny We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid When yo door swing open bitch you gon' See me dumpin' I had to slump him I put him under At yo peep hole with a C4 nigga I'm bout to bomb shit Hanging out the window Rest In Peace to Gee Money And I really mean it I ain't say that to be funny Nigga ratted on they self with a body on His conscious [Verse 1:] I'm in that ragedy so you know I'm riding with that Draco Me and Lil Dez stick together like Chief Keef And Tadoe In a few weeks he'll be free Shout out that boy Fredo Our last conversation told me "Be patient watch the snakes and lay low" Five grand on yo head they take it off yo neck Back in the day I'll come spinning on a BMX Them purple babies got the generation wanna step At the end of the year they gon' free lil kacie And lil reagan next (it's up) [Chorus:] All night til when it get sunny We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid When yo door swing open bitch you gon' See me dumpin' I had to slump him I put him under At yo peep hole with a C4 nigga I'm bout to bomb shit Hanging out the window Rest In Peace to Gee Money And I really mean it I ain't say that to be funny Nigga ratted on they self with a body on His conscious [Verse 2:] I set that nigga up from Plaquemine for My dog Coco 'member that night I spent on junior it Was just me and loco Ever since the police took him from me I been sliding solo I hold that nation on my back I feel Like Quasimodo Bitch I'm Huessin I do what These other rappers don't They fucking up the game Dickriding, idolizing punks Bitch we got souls lotta bodies and you niggas Don't so smoke ain't what you niggas want And I put that shit on unk [Chorus:] All night til when it get sunny We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid When yo door swing open bitch you gon' See me dumpin' I had to slump him I put him under At yo peep hole with a C4 nigga I'm bout to bomb shit Hanging out the window Rest In Peace to Gee Money And I really mean it I ain't say that to be funny Nigga ratted on they self with a body on His conscious [Outro:] Real life shit ya heard me Clique tight shit nigga Them purple babies finna be home Real soon yeah Yall niggas know whats happening We the ones made niggas wan' step Lou Wop Fair con bitch You know I'm the fucking truth nigga And the truth can never die So nigga could steal me, kill me I ain't gon' never die and if you Kill me bitch you gon' die on God I swear to God we gon' bomb gang shit Ha I ain't playing neither Uh Uh Uh Ah Lotta Desert Eagle Uh Uh Uh Ah and they gon' tell them people I know rattin' ass niggas