Quiet Storm Lyrics

Yeah,

You don't seem to get it

This quiet storm keep coming on and I don't know 'bout crickets

You did me wrong, I could move on but I don't fucking get it

B.O.A, my pockets long and these lil' bitches slither

Up Drac, I leave it with her

Lil' bitch paint the picture

Ain't perfect, she ain't either

It's a dog eat dog like kibble

Talk down, we leave him crippled

Bad bitch pullin' out nipple

Sending out waveforms bullets gon' ripple

5-5-6, hit a nigga in his temple

This life shit could be so simple

You changed up the rules and the principle

I could put all my opps in a crucible

Boy them F&N bullets get critical

ARP hit his chest, now it's minuscule

Glock 10, bullet holes, they big

I just grabbed this bitch by her wig

You said you was sticked up with a twig

Lil' bitch, I'm the shit, I'm the kid

Outside and I'm high as shit

No way, you gon' get by, lil' bitch

Pardon this ho, like Biden did

Stole my flow, all these niggas be wildin

I be high out the motherfuckin' sky

What you doin' is just you and I

Is you finna move in or not

Black and white bullets takin' out his spot

Dirty leaf niggas, left me out to rot

She finna jump on my dick like

I be on sights like Jedi

Scorin' this shit like Prescott

FN taking his eye

Slide in, I say goodbye

You got Glocks with me, that's one try

We gon' move you ready or not

We don't seem to get it, goodbye

You don't seem to understand, slime

Taking flicks with me, that's one time

I be spittin' fire, that's good prime

Understand the racks on my time

Unexpected problems, my face

Going both ways, don't like the taste

I be high up sky, I'm so fade

On the moon, I feel like SoFay'

Talk that shit, but you move so vague

Beat this Glock this bitch, eat whole plate

Leave him shocked and brushed like Colgate

Feel like Thor with hammer clear slate

This hoe, in my ear

This 33, make him disappear

She on my dick, but she say I'm actin' weird

But that's okay, I'm just a lil' cautious

Whip this stick, I put that shit inside his head like spear,

This my fuckin' year

I know I'ma persevere

Keep my vision clear

I send Glocks out at my peers

It's on me, I never fear

Catch that Audi and I steer

She so naughty, come right here

Bass gon' bump right in my ear

I eat the Glock up, shit like veer

She eat the dick up, that's my eater

I call the maid in, need my cleaner

You don't seem to get it

This quiet storm keep coming on and I don't know 'bout crickets

You did me wrong, I could move on but I don't fucking get it

B.O.A, my pockets long and these lil' bitches slither