YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Through The Storm lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Through The Storm lyrics

[Chorus] Through the night when it be stormin' Hopin' everything could clear up by the morning n***as tellin' lies so I gotta be honest Ask me for the [?], you know that I'ma run it Turnt up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb sh** Flexin' on these n***as, pockets full of blue hundreds Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin' Ain't no time to wait, so n***a play, we gon' burn him [Verse 1] Today Friday so you know we on that Clyde and Dodo I got black and white b**hes knockin' at my door though I'm in the middle of the room posted with a .44 I got it out in case a n***a 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 n***a 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 sh**, so I ain't gotta trip though Ten thousand dollars, that ain't sh**, I gave him that times three though [Chorus] Through the night when it be stormin' Hopin' everything could clear up by the morning n***as tellin' lies so I gotta be honest Ask me for the [?], you know that I'ma run it Turnt up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb sh** Flexin' on these n***as, pockets full of blue hundreds Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin' Ain't no time to wait, so n***a play, we gon' burn him [Verse 2] Can't tote no gun but got that Glock [?] Plus my PO and the police knockin' at my door though I [?] the track just like a blunt of dope though I told Nini I'm comin' back, she think I'm with a hoe though Hunnid grand in my pocket when I wanna flex Back in the day them n***as laughed when I said I'm next Up with the choppa 'case that boy try reach for my neck You know how I pop, f** that sh**, I put his a** to rest [Chorus] Turnt up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb sh** Flexin' on these n***as, pockets full of blue hundreds Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin' Ain't no time to wait, so n***a play, we gon' burn him