Jonathan Williams - Quiet Storm (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: S.dot] 45, We do this sh** forreal 45 sh** forreal Six'O we do this sh** man 365 24/7 all that sh** 45 sh** man Dont get me started tho man You know? Gang! Lets get it [Verse 1:S.dot] Dropped a few singles gotem on my dick Truth be told im the hottest from the six Green beam with the scope imma spotem everywhere I was born 95 been a problem ever since Do a hit switch whips I just wanna get rich Roll joints get lit Im a dog get bit That fourty go click click Slap the fifty in And im always in the hood like a engine is I swear these n***as act like b**hes super sensitive No sneaky talk pullup on them what the issue is Thats a thot on my line and she feeling me too, imma go and dick her down thats what gentleman do n***as couldn't walk a mile in my timberland boots Call my bullets ups how im sending them thru Young n***a need a check like its on the first Sipping on some syrup cuz that liquor make my stomach hurt Set-trippin lacking get a goofy put up on a shirt Drop it on the scale with a pot it's time to go to work Chiraq it's a drill if you scared n***a go to church Skimask in the van now we on alert Talking down get exposed with yo hating a** n***as goofy they be softer then a babya** Call my phone if it ain't guowp conversation dead Money on the other line you better make it fast Im the type to take a flight to go and chase a bag You just work a 9-5 with your basic a** If you looking like a stain then we taking that Stunting on the six run up on em with a Jason mask, face his a** I was broke down bad n***as used to laugh, till I dropped a mixtape got me in my bag All these rap n***as trash got me getting mad If you see me with a thot I was getting head Flying out to Queens that's the next spot Tell Epic point me to the trap-spot I'm Dotarachi on S.dot, and n***as know I do it big like caps lock Flashlight on the glizzy I tax that, you ain't never gotta ask if I got that And I don't put pipes on my snapchat, cuz in real life you get clapped dead How n***as only hitters on the internet, f** that drop your location and adress Smoking dead n***as get whiff of that Pullup on them put a end to all that chitter-chat Sliding in the Nissan max and its tinted black blicking at his fitted cap how he gon remember that If you want dot for a verse you got to sent a check Finesse gang we the best I don't think they get it yet