Thru the Storm

PFCTBC shit you know Still on that gang shit Shit had the whole fucking city scared All night till when it get sunny We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid When your door swing open bitch you gon' See me dumping I had to slump him I put him under At your peep hole with a C4 nigga I'm bout to bomb shit Hanging out the window Rest In Peace to G Money And I really mean it I ain't say that to be funny Nigga ratted off they self with a body on His conscious I'm in that ragedy so you know I'm riding with that Draco Me and Lil Dez stick together like Chief Keef And Tay Doe 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 your head they take it off your neck Back in the day I'll come spinning on a BMX Them purple babies they just the generation wanna step At the end of the year they gon' free lil kacie And lil reagan next (it's up) All night till when it get sunny We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid When your door swing open bitch you gon' See me dumping I had to slump him I put him under At your peep hole with a C4 nigga I'm bout to bomb shit Hanging out the window Rest In Peace to G Money And I really mean it I ain't say that to be funny Nigga ratted off they self with a body on His conscious I set that nigga up from Plaquemine For my dog Coco Remember 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 Dick riding, 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 All night till when it get sunny We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid When your door swing open bitch you gon' See me dumping I had to slump him I put him under At your peep hole with a C4 nigga I'm bout to bomb shit Hanging out the window Rest In Peace to G Money And I really mean it I ain't say that to be funny Nigga ratted off they self with a body on His conscious Real life shit ya heard me Clique tight shit nigga Them purple babies finna be home Real soon yeah Yall niggas know what's happening We the ones made niggas wan' step nigga You know that 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 Yeah, 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 ratting ass niggas