STORM
At the top or at the bottom, I heard both are lonely
Bliss is only an emotion but it don't come free
(But it don't come free)
'Cause I can't live without it
We some low-lifes
We don't take kindly to y'all that's tryna play both sides
You already know where I'm from so I ain't gon' throw signs
I've been outside with the dogs like we can't go inside (inside)
Give me a reason to light this bitch up
No hesitation, just tryin' your luck
Two wagon Benz, it's the big body truck
See through the lens, Cartier on my yacht
Look at me now 'cause I'm poppin' my shit
I need the coupe when I'm swervin' the whip
Blickeys all ripped when you look at the fit
Shawty the baddest, no try on my bitch
Got triple four tatted on my fuckin' ribs
I'm in this bitch tryna see what you mean
Fuck off a bitch, I just care 'bout the Ms
He talkin' down, now I'm readin' my list
I slap a TEC on my mo'fuckin' wrist
I heard you wet like a mo'fuckin' lick
I do the talkin', I'm poppin' my shit
Hopped out a plane, then she hopped on my dick
Never say "always done" and the masses will say sum-n
I want everything you own 'til the storm is comin' on
Shit can get wicked and dirty, lil' bitch
Promise we ain't from the burbies, lil' bitch
I'm dealin' dick, I could serve a lil' bitch
Plenty options, I could curve a lil' bitch
Sleep on a pillow right over the Swiss
All I know, watch what you say when it flip
Show you how colder this shit really gets
We some low-lifes
We don't take kindly to y'all that's tryna play both sides
You already know where I'm from so I ain't gon' throw signs
I've been outside with the dogs like we can't go inside (inside)
Give me a reason to light this bitch up
No hesitation, just tryin' your luck
Two wagon Benz, it's the big body truck
See through the lens, Cartier on my yacht
Look at me now 'cause I'm poppin' my shit
I need the coupe when I'm swervin' the whip
Blickeys all ripped when you look at the fit
Shawty the baddest, no try on my bitch
Got triple four tatted on my fuckin' ribs
I'm in this bitch tryna see what you mean
Fuck off a bitch, I just care 'bout the Ms
He talkin' down, now I'm readin' my list
I slap a TEC on my mo'fuckin' wrist
I heard you wet like a mo'fuckin' lick
I do the talkin', I'm poppin' my shit
Hopped out a plane, then she hopped on my-
Bliss is only an emotion but it don't come free
(But it don't come free)
'Cause I can't live without it
We some low-lifes
We don't take kindly to y'all that's tryna play both sides
You already know where I'm from so I ain't gon' throw signs
I've been outside with the dogs like we can't go inside (inside)
Give me a reason to light this bitch up
No hesitation, just tryin' your luck
Two wagon Benz, it's the big body truck
See through the lens, Cartier on my yacht
Look at me now 'cause I'm poppin' my shit
I need the coupe when I'm swervin' the whip
Blickeys all ripped when you look at the fit
Shawty the baddest, no try on my bitch
Got triple four tatted on my fuckin' ribs
I'm in this bitch tryna see what you mean
Fuck off a bitch, I just care 'bout the Ms
He talkin' down, now I'm readin' my list
I slap a TEC on my mo'fuckin' wrist
I heard you wet like a mo'fuckin' lick
I do the talkin', I'm poppin' my shit
Hopped out a plane, then she hopped on my dick
Never say "always done" and the masses will say sum-n
I want everything you own 'til the storm is comin' on
Shit can get wicked and dirty, lil' bitch
Promise we ain't from the burbies, lil' bitch
I'm dealin' dick, I could serve a lil' bitch
Plenty options, I could curve a lil' bitch
Sleep on a pillow right over the Swiss
All I know, watch what you say when it flip
Show you how colder this shit really gets
We some low-lifes
We don't take kindly to y'all that's tryna play both sides
You already know where I'm from so I ain't gon' throw signs
I've been outside with the dogs like we can't go inside (inside)
Give me a reason to light this bitch up
No hesitation, just tryin' your luck
Two wagon Benz, it's the big body truck
See through the lens, Cartier on my yacht
Look at me now 'cause I'm poppin' my shit
I need the coupe when I'm swervin' the whip
Blickeys all ripped when you look at the fit
Shawty the baddest, no try on my bitch
Got triple four tatted on my fuckin' ribs
I'm in this bitch tryna see what you mean
Fuck off a bitch, I just care 'bout the Ms
He talkin' down, now I'm readin' my list
I slap a TEC on my mo'fuckin' wrist
I heard you wet like a mo'fuckin' lick
I do the talkin', I'm poppin' my shit
Hopped out a plane, then she hopped on my-
Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Newton
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