Thru the Storm - Tec

PFCTBC shit you know

Still on that gang shit

Shit had the whole fucking city scared

All night til when it get sunny

We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid

When yo door swing open bitch you gon'

See me dumpin' I had to slump him

I put him under

At yo peep hole with a C4 nigga

I’m bout to bomb shit

Hanging out the window

Rest In Peace to Gee Money

And I really mean it

I ain’t say that to be funny

Nigga ratted on 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 Tadoe

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 yo head they take it off yo neck

Back in the day I’ll come spinning on a BMX

Them purple babies got the generation wanna step

At the end of the year they gon' free lil kacie

And lil reagan next (it's up)

All night til when it get sunny

We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid

When yo door swing open bitch you gon'

See me dumpin' I had to slump him

I put him under

At yo peep hole with a C4 nigga

I’m bout to bomb shit

Hanging out the window

Rest In Peace to Gee Money

And I really mean it

I ain’t say that to be funny

Nigga ratted on they self with a body on

His conscious

I set that nigga up from Plaquemine for

My dog Coco

'Member 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

Dickriding, 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 til when it get sunny

We gon' sit outside with some shit hold a hunnid

When yo door swing open bitch you gon'

See me dumpin' I had to slump him

I put him under

At yo peep hole with a C4 nigga

I’m bout to bomb shit

Hanging out the window

Rest In Peace to Gee Money

And I really mean it

I ain’t say that to be funny

Nigga ratted on 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

Ya’ll niggas know what’s happening

We the ones made niggas wan' step

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

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 rattin' ass niggas