Quiet Storm Flow (Plug/HB)
Heartbreak Melody
I got it
Look out
My head hurt likes it a bad Concussion
All her girls know about me
Like the class discussion
Tellin lies bout me...
But she not Omorasa
I'm ballin' like Sosa
Shout my brother Sosa
We tag team bitches...
Nigga word Kelly, and Rosa
I make sum mean mimosas
Keep a beam on my toaster
Nigga don't need a holster
I ball like I'm supposed to
Haters be mad
Send a screenshot
Mad like uncle drew dude
Who got His three blocked
Even the burglar man
Never seen These bars
Like car dealer who ain't never seen a Clean car
Activist dirty sprite
Everybody love the lean
I'm from south side Houston Texas
Home of the lean
Jutland and Windermere
Out the widow hear
Dice game on my porch
Nigga lil Keke there
My nigga that's a legend
I grew up off the legends
I'm talking Pat, Hawk, Pokey
Comin down wrecking
I learn how cut dope
An play street fighter
Moved to the SWAT
Became a street fighter
I hated everyday fighting
Man I swear did
Neighbor Mexican gangs
Torchered me as a kid
Sppl, an them Cholos
Yeah they made me
Don't know how you came up
Nigga but club creek was crazy
My childhood sum
Kids shouldn't go through
Gang fight
Turned to a kid getting stabbed by the pool
Wonder why in school
Nigga packed a tool
Well not really
I kept a knife with me
Sammo use to write with me
Music I confide in it
Restrooms got high in it
Please don't be trying it
Ok yo
I'm back to the beat
When I 23
I touched my key
It wasn't mine tho
Big brudda he put me on my grind tho
Rejuvenated a nigga like Rondo
Big weight like E Honda
Ya bitch fine but mine finer
I define a grinder
I smell like designer
Doce and gabbana
You can get tied up
Family included
My lie woe only need to be
Paid an zooted
An then
What's done is done
I'm a one of one
If I bought you out the store
A heart wouldn't come with one
Il flip the big bag
Ya boyfriend will fumble one
Fuck in so many positions
The girl thought she tumblin
I'll leave her mumbling
Speaking juberish
Even gave her ten for delivering
Yea
Alright let me get it back
Do need no nigga to co-sign me
I got the set behind me
We but'll catch a homy
I am on my job
Nigga Rip to Tommy
Talk slick boy
We will come mug ya mommy
Bingo or the walgreens
Dip off rocking ballmains
Leaving haters out in the storm
Like Olsteen
Shhhh yo
Man I love my city
That shit hurt my city
What you do in the moment
Sticks with you permanently
Well evidently
Ya bitch get on my dick
And she'll never quit me
Yo
I got it
Look out
My head hurt likes it a bad Concussion
All her girls know about me
Like the class discussion
Tellin lies bout me...
But she not Omorasa
I'm ballin' like Sosa
Shout my brother Sosa
We tag team bitches...
Nigga word Kelly, and Rosa
I make sum mean mimosas
Keep a beam on my toaster
Nigga don't need a holster
I ball like I'm supposed to
Haters be mad
Send a screenshot
Mad like uncle drew dude
Who got His three blocked
Even the burglar man
Never seen These bars
Like car dealer who ain't never seen a Clean car
Activist dirty sprite
Everybody love the lean
I'm from south side Houston Texas
Home of the lean
Jutland and Windermere
Out the widow hear
Dice game on my porch
Nigga lil Keke there
My nigga that's a legend
I grew up off the legends
I'm talking Pat, Hawk, Pokey
Comin down wrecking
I learn how cut dope
An play street fighter
Moved to the SWAT
Became a street fighter
I hated everyday fighting
Man I swear did
Neighbor Mexican gangs
Torchered me as a kid
Sppl, an them Cholos
Yeah they made me
Don't know how you came up
Nigga but club creek was crazy
My childhood sum
Kids shouldn't go through
Gang fight
Turned to a kid getting stabbed by the pool
Wonder why in school
Nigga packed a tool
Well not really
I kept a knife with me
Sammo use to write with me
Music I confide in it
Restrooms got high in it
Please don't be trying it
Ok yo
I'm back to the beat
When I 23
I touched my key
It wasn't mine tho
Big brudda he put me on my grind tho
Rejuvenated a nigga like Rondo
Big weight like E Honda
Ya bitch fine but mine finer
I define a grinder
I smell like designer
Doce and gabbana
You can get tied up
Family included
My lie woe only need to be
Paid an zooted
An then
What's done is done
I'm a one of one
If I bought you out the store
A heart wouldn't come with one
Il flip the big bag
Ya boyfriend will fumble one
Fuck in so many positions
The girl thought she tumblin
I'll leave her mumbling
Speaking juberish
Even gave her ten for delivering
Yea
Alright let me get it back
Do need no nigga to co-sign me
I got the set behind me
We but'll catch a homy
I am on my job
Nigga Rip to Tommy
Talk slick boy
We will come mug ya mommy
Bingo or the walgreens
Dip off rocking ballmains
Leaving haters out in the storm
Like Olsteen
Shhhh yo
Man I love my city
That shit hurt my city
What you do in the moment
Sticks with you permanently
Well evidently
Ya bitch get on my dick
And she'll never quit me
Yo
Credits
Writer(s): Josefh Irabor
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