Through the Storm - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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

(slatt)

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