👿 I know the whole song by heart know will sing. through the night when it be storming ask me For the teller we pull up on that dumb shit flexing pocket's full of blue hundreds
Y all haters can hate but he the best rapper alive cause if yall just hear he's words he says yall are gonna blast to tears cause he's songs are deep but say whatever he won't change for no one and he's not alive to impress he alive to show how much he loves he's fans and family, but yall haters gonna change yall mind once you hear his words. Like this comment if he the best
I need to talk to Mike Lowrey Hello? It's Mike Lowrey 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 to tell it, 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 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 3Three 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 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 to tell it, 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) Can't tote no gun but got that Glock when I'm up in the yo' though Plus my PO and the police knockin' at my door though I get Q-Red to lace the track just like a blunt of dope though I told Nene 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 I'll pop 'em, fuck that shit, I put his ass to rest (brrt, slime) 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) 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
I remember when he first dropped I just knew he was gonna blow up. I was bumping No smoke in my 1971 Monte Carlo ripping burnout threw Raleigh NC getting turnt TF up. YB a real one. I'm just a white boy fuck my comment, you guys know whats good with YB!!
