Storm

(Yea)
(Shit finna get scary no October, dope boy I ain't never seen him sober)
(Yea)

Finna pull out a bankroll
Just a flash of the cash she gon' do what I say so
Bro ducking the feds gotta lay low
Pass me the glock and you know Imma take over
We gon' finish the nigga no leftovers
Shit finna get scary no October
Dope boy I ain't never seen him sober
Opps watchin' can't get hung over

Damn I don't know how I'm feeling today
Swear I been in my feeling I need me a jay
All of this anger inside of my body, I just want to go head and get him today
E on go, he gon' shoot with a drake
I'm shooting with him hop out and I
Damn we dropping them bodies, they sayin' GMG out here wylin

I feel steve he just put on the carties
He know he scary but he actin hard
Gotta make way 'cause I'm living hard
Everybody straight just thanking the lord
Man I can't wait 'till we step on them boys, I been through alot
Can't say what I saw
These niggas be hot, these niggas be hoes
I got me a whole lot of fuckin' hoes
(Yea)

Finna pull out a bankroll
Just a flash of the cash she gon' do what I say so
Bro ducking the feds gotta lay low
Pass me the glock and you know Imma take over
We gon' finish the nigga no leftovers
Shit finna get scary no October
Dope boy I ain't never seen him sober
Opps watchin' can't get hung over

Only smoke with Heim 'cause he smokin' loud
I walk on the stage you can hear the crowd
Tell them turn me up, they won't turn me down
Nigga talking shit got him running now
She got all that ass tell her turn around
Yea and I hit it for rounds
Been through alot it's hard to smile
Bro in them cages going wild
(STORM)

Still the same nigga from way back
Split his wig we push it back, keep it with me never lack
Quiet nigga don't talk alot
Move in silence don't make it hot
Opps hide when we hit the spot
Money the only thing I like alot
Me and my brothers tied like a tie

I heard she like the pressure I apply
We sippin dirty clutching in that ride
All of my niggas geekin' for to slide
These niggas hating tryna minimize
Uh
Uh
I got this depression, gotta get high
We in a recession bandz gettin' light
Niggas be sweet ain't even 'tryna fight

When I get locked bet I keep me a knife
Facetime with O said "You gotta get tight"
We serving gas and we raising our price
Buy a Rolls Royce we gon' shine through the night
Bae looking good, she do it nasty
Got a lil ghetto bitch, still keep it classy
'Tryna run it up might buy a couple whips
And I still got that Kriss Vec stuck in my dip
Uh
Uh

We all stayed down now we having like shit
These niggas be soft could get robbed by my bitch
(Grahh) (Grahh), Swear thats the sound of us flipping your whip
Stay with them robbers they break in your shit
Smoke by the pound so I'm facing a vic
Been in the game so I feel like a vet
Hung up my jersey the day that we met
YEA WHAT

Run up that bread for my gmg niggas
End of the year prolly got 6 figures
How yall some killers only got 1 trigger
She keep it real, put a ring on her finger
Yea what
Walking down shit in my denim
Bullets be flying you know who gon' send 'em
Bitch I'm the top dog right in your kennel (STORM)

Finna pull out a bankroll
Just a flash of the cash she gon' do what I say so
Bro ducking the feds gotta lay low
Pass me the glock and you know Imma take over
We gon' finish the nigga no leftovers
Shit finna get scary no October
Dope boy I ain't never seen him sober
Opps watchin' can't get hung over

Damn I don't know how I'm feeling today
Swear I been in my feeling I need me a jay
All of this anger inside of my body, I just want to go head and get him today
E on go, he gon' shoot with a drake
I'm shooting with him hop out and I
Damn we dropping them bodies, they sayin' GMG out here wylin



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Writer(s): Keshawn Forbes
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