Through the Storm

I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello? This is Mike Laury Dubba-AA flex This Is The Sound 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 Tellage, 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 Three 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 (no cap) 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 Tellage, you know that I'ma run it Turned up like we 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 wait, so nigga play, we gon' burn him Can't tote no gun but got that Glock When I'm up in a Yo' though Plus my PO and the Police knockin' at my door though I get creative on the track just like a blunt of dope though I told Nini 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 laughed when I said I'm next Up with the choppa 'case that boy try reach for my neck You know how I'll pop 'em, fuck that shit, I put his ass to rest (brrt, slime) Turned up like we 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 wait, so 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