Quiet Strom Lyrics

Empty Stomach empty pockets I was down bad

Had to fuck up a few times before I got a bag

Lost it all and ran it up I had to get it back

Milano for my birthday Ian rip the tag

She gone suck & let me fuck cause I get her hi

I be quick to send her home wen it's getting dry

I'll be damn I cuff a bitch that's barely getting by

In life because these bitches chose ( )

Sum days u win and sum days u lose

My trust on nun I'm calculating moves

I'm on probation but still keep a tool

If u got beef u bet not never snooze

Because them switches offing like alarms

The judge and DA they don't want me armed

Shoot for protection wen I'm being harmed

Before u crash u gotta play it smart ()

Wished I listened to my elders wen they told me wat it was

She was cheating texting niggas that shii fucked up all my trust

I be Husling everyday I gotta handle all my needs

Still depressed about my niggas I'm like hol up let me grieve

Wen u locked down in a cell the only thing to do is read

Brodie called me from the jail and told me bout the books he read

He a hustling ass nigga making money from his cell

Selling snacks to inmates while he locked down in the jail ()

Her pussy cost me 4bs I had to pay for it

Ain got No time to chat with hoes I rather pay for it

I always new I'll get a bag cause I was made for it

Can get whatever that u want just gotta pray for it

On god just gotta pray consistent

He was my dawg but now I keep my distant

u hang with rats than y'all coexisting

Ride by myself don't want a co defendant ()

I be cautious bout my words wen I be talking on the phone

She a freak wen we be fucking plus she got a sexy moan

I'm a beast wen we be fucking pick her up and grab her throat

Wen the ones that was before me made it happen gave me hope

I was taught the police grab u Nv tell Em wat u no

I was posted on that corner selling bags at corner stores

In the trap if u a pro you no to always lock the door

Wen In traffic play yo reer view gotta always watch for troll ()

Simey bitches grimey niggas they gone try to trick u

My homie died without his fie I wish he had he pistol

Sometimes I know I question god but he got his reasons

Fuck from the back I thought I nutted but she was creaming

I ever tell u dat I love u than just No I mean it

My nephew only 3 years old but he a genius

I be tryna leave the gas but I need it

Ima always get sum pape long as I'm fucking breathing