YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Through The Storm Lyrics | FAST DOWNLOAD

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 the telly, 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 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 the telly, 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 laugh 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