Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thru the Storm, artist - TecDate of issue: 25.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thru the Storm |
| PFCTBC shit you know |
| Still on that gang shit |
| Shit had the whole fucking city scared |
| All night til when it get sunny |
| We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid |
| When yo door swing open bitch you gon' |
| See me dumpin' I had to slump him |
| I put him under |
| At yo peep hole with a C4 nigga |
| I’m bout to bomb shit |
| Hanging out the window |
| Rest In Peace to Gee Money |
| And I really mean it |
| I ain’t say that to be funny |
| Nigga ratted on 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 Tadoe |
| 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 yo head they take it off yo neck |
| Back in the day I’ll come spinning on a BMX |
| Them purple babies got the generation wanna step |
| At the end of the year they gon' free lil kacie |
| And lil reagan next (it's up) |
| All night til when it get sunny |
| We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid |
| When yo door swing open bitch you gon' |
| See me dumpin' I had to slump him |
| I put him under |
| At yo peep hole with a C4 nigga |
| I’m bout to bomb shit |
| Hanging out the window |
| Rest In Peace to Gee Money |
| And I really mean it |
| I ain’t say that to be funny |
| Nigga ratted on they self with a body on |
| His conscious |
| I set that nigga up from Plaquemine for |
| My dog Coco |
| 'Member 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 |
| Dickriding, 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 til when it get sunny |
| We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid |
| When yo door swing open bitch you gon' |
| See me dumpin' I had to slump him |
| I put him under |
| At yo peep hole with a C4 nigga |
| I’m bout to bomb shit |
| Hanging out the window |
| Rest In Peace to Gee Money |
| And I really mean it |
| I ain’t say that to be funny |
| Nigga ratted on 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 |
| Ya’ll niggas know what’s happening |
| We the ones made niggas wan' step |
| 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 |
| 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 rattin' ass niggas |