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The Storm Video (MV)




Performed By: PT
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Paul Thames




PT - The Storm Lyrics
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Same nigga from the block, it don't change nothin
Promise I'ma always keep it solid, remain humble
We gon' send a blitz to niggas thinkin' they can't fumble
Gang related brothers, we done been through the same struggle
I don't just rap about the 40, bitch, I keep that
Ridin' in a unda, windows tinted with the seat back
I'ma spin the block and let off shots and then I creep back
Niggas steady talkin' like they with it, get yo' team clapped
Ayy, I just ride around with this long thang
Baby, get me up, she gon' suck on the whole thang
Interrogation room, I keep it quiet, I don't sang
Unfamiliar faces, he gon' die for the wrong gang
My brodie catch a sucka in the open, he gon' squeeze
40 got a stock, but the stock it hold 14
Sophisticated gangsta playin' smart in these cold streets
I spot the enemies, I get to shootin' at gold teeth
I love my brothers, promise I can never change on em
Ayy, free my niggas out the cage with the chains on em
I think my choppa Indian, it make it rain homie
Niggas fake, I swear to God they gon' remain phony
PT been the same nigga, how could you change on me
Givin' niggas rope, I'm pullin' up where they hang, homie
These niggas talkin' hot, I keep a bic, that's a flame on me
So try me like you stupid, bet these shots leave your brain folded
Ayy, said I be slidin' with a big block
Brodie got a nickel, let the fifth rock
Smokin' on this doja, got me higher than the tip-top
Baby, back it on me, think she tryna make my dick rock
Ayy, niggas rappin', cappin', that ain't hip-hop
I'm known up in the streets, a knuckle up and get your shit rocked
I promise I can knock a nigga bitch up in some flip-flops
And put her on the blade, cause I ain't even tryna lip-lock
Ayy, she do a lil' dance all on that TikTok
I'm all up in her DM, tryna see if she gon' give top
17 with 30, I'ma shoot it to my wristlock
Them sucka niggas never known to let that stick pop
Put him on a shirt and turn your homies to a fan of you
Cool a nigga down, the only thing I bet that fan'll do
Never tell a bitch what she woulda, shoulda, cannot do
I never trust a bitch, I know she f*ckin' on a man or two
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Same nigga from the block, it don't change nothin
Promise I'ma always keep it solid, remain humble
We gon' send a blitz to niggas thinkin' they can't fumble
Gang related brothers, we done been through the same struggle
I don't just rap about the 40, bitch, I keep that
Ridin' in a unda, windows tinted with the seat back
I'ma spin the block and let off shots and then I creep back
Niggas steady talkin' like they with it, get yo' team clapped
Ayy, I just ride around with this long thang
Baby, get me up, she gon' suck on the whole thang
Interrogation room, I keep it quiet, I don't sang
Unfamiliar faces, he gon' die for the wrong gang
My brodie catch a sucka in the open, he gon' squeeze
40 got a stock, but the stock it hold 14
Sophisticated gangsta playin' smart in these cold streets
I spot the enemies, I get to shootin' at gold teeth
I love my brothers, promise I can never change on em
Ayy, free my niggas out the cage with the chains on em
I think my choppa Indian, it make it rain homie
Niggas fake, I swear to God they gon' remain phony
PT been the same nigga, how could you change on me
Givin' niggas rope, I'm pullin' up where they hang, homie
These niggas talkin' hot, I keep a bic, that's a flame on me
So try me like you stupid, bet these shots leave your brain folded
Ayy, said I be slidin' with a big block
Brodie got a nickel, let the fifth rock
Smokin' on this doja, got me higher than the tip-top
Baby, back it on me, think she tryna make my dick rock
Ayy, niggas rappin', cappin', that ain't hip-hop
I'm known up in the streets, a knuckle up and get your shit rocked
I promise I can knock a nigga bitch up in some flip-flops
And put her on the blade, cause I ain't even tryna lip-lock
Ayy, she do a lil' dance all on that TikTok
I'm all up in her DM, tryna see if she gon' give top
17 with 30, I'ma shoot it to my wristlock
Them sucka niggas never known to let that stick pop
Put him on a shirt and turn your homies to a fan of you
Cool a nigga down, the only thing I bet that fan'll do
Never tell a bitch what she woulda, shoulda, cannot do
I never trust a bitch, I know she f*ckin' on a man or two
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Writer: Paul Thames
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