"Sick Of It Storming" lyrics
One day it's gon' shine, I'm sick of it stormin'
Knocked off his mans, we ain't send him a warning
Stuck in the rain, I'm so sick of the pain
Nigga left me outside when they saw how it was pourin'
Don't wanna talk, get a call I ignore it
OT with TB, state to state like we tourin'
In the back with a Mac, I'll spin out a foreign
Real love it'll show, I done learned you can't force it
Heart broken in pieces, my shit really torn
Made friends with the reaper, we talk when we bored
Nigga told on my cousin, I'm prayin for [?]
Nigga killed my lil' bro and I just wanna score
Boog died in my arms, hurt me to the core
Nigga shot my lil' cousin, ain't endin' no war
Touch one of mine and we buryin' yours
Clean up the opp block like it's a chore
Only the fam' and the squad I trust
Nothin' like them, they ain't nothin' like us
I don't care who get loud 'cause we make niggas hush
Just like a toilet he got his tough ass flushed
Turned him to ashes, we turned him to dust
On the way to the drop ridin' fast in a rush
That weren't even my work but we still got him touched
Lookin' for love, I don't want no more lust
Come to the crib and slap bae on the butt
Treat her like a queen, but she fuck like a slut
Keep it real with my main and my gang that's a must
Trackhawk too fast we keep wreckin' the truck
Come through with that switch, hear that, "Frrr", make 'em duck
That nigga checked out, guess he ran outta luck
These new niggas tender 'bout bitches we fucked
Block me from her page but I already fucked
Tell me keep goin', they likin' my music
Thought they was solid, them niggas just used me
Perc's and codeine what my cousin abusin'
Got the fye on me now, I'm still totin' in Houston
Nah I ain't pickin', no pickin' and choosin'
Can't use his mind then that nigga gon' lose it
Dickridin' my opps, niggas actin' like groupies
It's up 'til you die, we forever into it
No angels around I'm in hell with some demons
Spin by myself if they give me a reason
Just like a bitch he got hit he went to screamin'
You would think that we were blood how we leave a nigga leakin'
Uppin' the sco' we ain't tryna get even
Make sure he dead, make sure he ain't breathin'
Hit him with the fye and the car had seen it
Then fucked on the sister, she swallow my semen
Just like a greenlight you know it's a go
We spilled some blood but we spinnin' some more
Nigga fell on the ground, got to hittin' at the floor
But I ain't shootin' out shit, broski, open my door
Come through in a SRT soon as we get a low
Can't find a drop we gon' sit at the store
Shot in the crowd and we hit like four
New niggas gettin' popped, gettin' over smoked
The shit that I go through nobody knows
In the car right or wrong I'ma ride with my bros
Tried to think with his dick got backdoored by a hoe
Cut off his dreads now we lookin' for fros
Frontline on the action and I never froze
For Killa and Tone I'm throwin' up 4's
Niggas ain't real and that I should've known
Niggas be 12, can't believe that he told
Fiendin' for blood, we want more bodies
Smokin' exotic, ain't takin no roxy
When I drop a tape the streets get excited
Said I was done, came back, I'm toxic
Shootin' my shot I ain't doin' no boxin'
Gon' die in the store if you play while we shoppin'
Face him up close ain't no way he can dodge it
Tell her a lie, she want me to be honest
Knocked off his mans, we ain't send him a warning
Stuck in the rain, I'm so sick of the pain
Nigga left me outside when they saw how it was pourin'
Don't wanna talk, get a call I ignore it
OT with TB, state to state like we tourin'
In the back with a Mac, I'll spin out a foreign
Real love it'll show, I done learned you can't force it
Heart broken in pieces, my shit really torn
Made friends with the reaper, we talk when we bored
Nigga told on my cousin, I'm prayin for [?]
Nigga killed my lil' bro and I just wanna score
Boog died in my arms, hurt me to the core
Nigga shot my lil' cousin, ain't endin' no war
Touch one of mine and we buryin' yours
Clean up the opp block like it's a chore
Only the fam' and the squad I trust
Nothin' like them, they ain't nothin' like us
I don't care who get loud 'cause we make niggas hush
Just like a toilet he got his tough ass flushed
Turned him to ashes, we turned him to dust
On the way to the drop ridin' fast in a rush
That weren't even my work but we still got him touched
Lookin' for love, I don't want no more lust
Come to the crib and slap bae on the butt
Treat her like a queen, but she fuck like a slut
Keep it real with my main and my gang that's a must
Trackhawk too fast we keep wreckin' the truck
Come through with that switch, hear that, "Frrr", make 'em duck
That nigga checked out, guess he ran outta luck
These new niggas tender 'bout bitches we fucked
Block me from her page but I already fucked
Tell me keep goin', they likin' my music
Thought they was solid, them niggas just used me
Perc's and codeine what my cousin abusin'
Got the fye on me now, I'm still totin' in Houston
Nah I ain't pickin', no pickin' and choosin'
Can't use his mind then that nigga gon' lose it
Dickridin' my opps, niggas actin' like groupies
It's up 'til you die, we forever into it
No angels around I'm in hell with some demons
Spin by myself if they give me a reason
Just like a bitch he got hit he went to screamin'
You would think that we were blood how we leave a nigga leakin'
Uppin' the sco' we ain't tryna get even
Make sure he dead, make sure he ain't breathin'
Hit him with the fye and the car had seen it
Then fucked on the sister, she swallow my semen
Just like a greenlight you know it's a go
We spilled some blood but we spinnin' some more
Nigga fell on the ground, got to hittin' at the floor
But I ain't shootin' out shit, broski, open my door
Come through in a SRT soon as we get a low
Can't find a drop we gon' sit at the store
Shot in the crowd and we hit like four
New niggas gettin' popped, gettin' over smoked
The shit that I go through nobody knows
In the car right or wrong I'ma ride with my bros
Tried to think with his dick got backdoored by a hoe
Cut off his dreads now we lookin' for fros
Frontline on the action and I never froze
For Killa and Tone I'm throwin' up 4's
Niggas ain't real and that I should've known
Niggas be 12, can't believe that he told
Fiendin' for blood, we want more bodies
Smokin' exotic, ain't takin no roxy
When I drop a tape the streets get excited
Said I was done, came back, I'm toxic
Shootin' my shot I ain't doin' no boxin'
Gon' die in the store if you play while we shoppin'
Face him up close ain't no way he can dodge it
Tell her a lie, she want me to be honest
