Thru The Storm Lyrics

Hey Kay nah nah, come on man

Tyler called my phone today, finna set up shop

In a different lane only worried bout the profit

Opps steady dissing but they broke need to stop it

Counting up bands nigga while yo bitch nodding

Purple jeans tight as hell bitch I got a wad in it

Don't give a fuck if I'm last I'ma still win

All about Boosie I'ma still spin

Even tho I'm my momma angel I'ma still sin

Hundred round still fucking rolling hitting bowling pins

Hop in the whip if you say you trying to win

Dog why the they capping niggas just pretend

Know I keep my brothers with me, nigga ain't no friends

Know I got extended clips I'm shooting till the end

15 with a bow, player as it get

I remember riding with Lil Boosie clutching sticks

I remember when I had to hide the fucking whip

Oh well them lil niggas patched, know they sick

Made it thru the storm man I know them niggas pissed

Bitch I'm a big fucking shark, you a shrimp

Nigga hit his ass up, I know he got a limp

Call that nigga Greg Heffley know his a wimp

BagBoy shit, yeah

Long live my brothers

Free the gang, it ain't the same

Moronic on the brain, yeah