Santi (UK) - Stormy Days (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Santi] Alright, cool, f** it Listen [Verse 1: Santi] Call Big Loonz like "yo, I need a feature It's just no doubt, in the booth, you're a creature" Stress on my mind got me wanting to ride f** that, I'm on the curb billing up my reefer I ain't got time for jail, that's a myth No time for the trap house, I bag it in my whip Working with the scales, now I'm waiting on the sale Handbrake turns on the corner, dodging six Smoking on the raw skin, looking out my window Say you're onto me but how long has it been, though? No cla**, I'm billing spinach on their ras Like good girls are myth so I'm f**ing with a bimbo More money, I've gotta focus on the hustle Cuh my life's been sticky, I was brought up in a struggle Say I ain't official till I run up with the pistol I ride for my team, I'm a dog with no muzzle Ex turned stranger and my friends turned foes I used to make love, now it's s** with a hoe Giving me some head, and now it's all up in her neck Then laugh in her face if she says go low Hotel rooms, you never been to my home The flow's crazy even when I go slow Bill up a zoobie with my Gs, no rookies Take another toke while I'm dreaming 'bout my dough You know about the team, man, I'm tryna keep it clean Girl, I'll run up on your G and show him I don't speak In the whip with a jezzy, gotta rise up on my belly Yeah, we got semis so my eyes up on the beef Pa** me the scissors cuh these ropes, I'll cut I ain't tryna press triggers but these jokes ain't us Clown, you don't wanna see me frown Like yeah, I burn bridges cause it's dough I love [Verse 2: AJ Tracey] I start off with a shower then go and throw on the 'Manis I used to wear a tag, now I'm scheming, them n***as Carti Looking at a blondie, I brought her back from the party Tell her go and get her clothes on, I'm getting bored of her 'nani Stepped out of my drum and my Jordans are looking arty On the road, you n***as be singing like you're Ashanti Real n***as waving off Henney so f** BACARDí And disrespect my n***as, we'll shoot it off like Cavani I've always got my eye on my paper, illuminati In the scene, I wanna be mayor like Giuliani Linking chicks, I switch from Armani into Cavalli And never could you take me for work or I'm moving bossy Major in this ting, you could say that I'm moving Sharky My cousin's n***a Martin be anti, we call him Marty Lighty but I'm dark, they be calling a n***a darkie I tell 'em that they're hard but in realness, I'm being sarky Pumpy in the duffel, spit fire, we call it sparky Everyone I know thinks I'm evil 'cept for my auntie Free all of my n***as in bin and free Marky I'm out here tryna change for the better, how could you doubt me? When them n***as bait lying then I outburst Before I cop a 'Rari, cop my mum a house first You ain't banging on my n***as cuh we shout first I'mma keep The Lane wet when the drought cursed When I'm beating chicks, fam, I feel nothing We ain't playing poker but I know you're still bluffing Get your partner ironed out when the Dam's still touching That p**y never snaked, then I would've still buss him I'm smelling like currency and cannabis I don't smoke but ask the pot has Kenny handled this? You talk about a burner, you some Blade n***as I ain't flying squad but for the crop, I'll raid n***as They say my flow's two effed like my Fendi belt And I'mma do it on my own, I don't need your help My last b**h used to buck me when she's dizzled up Had to let her go cause really, I don't give a f** Soon I'm Amsterdam dough and buy the finest links Fly out to Miami, sip the finest drinks But for now, I'm tryna hustle and collide with bits I can't seem to find my way, but I'm trying quick And I'm from Grove in the west zone But I ain't banging no gangs, I just rep home My big bro on the roads with the big chrome Try and violate the ting, you can get your wig domed We mash Ps, I ain't hearing no excuses The way I beat tracks, donnies think I'm abusive You ga**ing up the game, you're polluting Talking 'bout the burners but you've never done a shooting White gyal, big breast, got a hooting I'll get you 'napped for the price of Louboutins Yeah, and my kick game stupid Don't love a hoe, I'll put a bullet inna Cupid I said I'm back on my grind now Back from the dead, n***a had to take a time out Skinny n***a, on my own, riding with the Nike pouch Flex hard, if you see me, don, it's lights out