Songtexte Thru the Storm - TEC

PFCTBC shit you know
Still on that gang shit
Shit had the whole fucking city scared

All night till when it get sunny
We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid
When your door swing open bitch you gon'
See me dumping I had to slump him
I put him under
At your peep hole with a C4 nigga
I'm bout to bomb shit

Hanging out the window
Rest In Peace to G Money
And I really mean it
I ain't say that to be funny
Nigga ratted off 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 Tay Doe
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 your head they take it off your neck
Back in the day I'll come spinning on a BMX
Them purple babies they just the generation wanna step
At the end of the year they gon' free lil kacie
And lil reagan next (it's up)

All night till when it get sunny
We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid
When your door swing open bitch you gon'
See me dumping I had to slump him
I put him under
At your peep hole with a C4 nigga
I'm bout to bomb shit

Hanging out the window
Rest In Peace to G Money
And I really mean it
I ain't say that to be funny
Nigga ratted off they self with a body on
His conscious

I set that nigga up from Plaquemine
For my dog Coco
Remember 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
Dick riding, 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 till when it get sunny
We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid
When your door swing open bitch you gon'
See me dumping I had to slump him
I put him under
At your peep hole with a C4 nigga
I'm bout to bomb shit

Hanging out the window
Rest In Peace to G Money
And I really mean it
I ain't say that to be funny
Nigga ratted off 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
Yall niggas know what's happening
We the ones made niggas wan' step nigga

You know that
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
Yeah, 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 ratting ass niggas