Quiet Storm - One Take lyrics

rate me

Fuck what you think and you heard

I don't care give a fuck

My new way of living

Got my parents going nuts

And i'm filling up these glasses

Tearing through them cups

Chain smoking like it isn't damage in my lungs

These companys are selling clothes

So wearing them is a must

Ignorant peoples at vice

If they sharin' it with us

'Cause nowadays they tell me that ...

That's the problem

I don't feel that i've been arrogant enough

You know

The snack back is back pack

It's a bad bitch

These bad women are had over heels

Backflip

Bruce Wayne feel like i'm on my backship

Screaming and...

Catch me in a...

Hurry in a backpack

No it ain't mine if you see me in a black mat

Heard that man in studio

They asking where the tracks at?

Calling me that white boy

Telling that i'm half black

The way i run my town

These people call me Ben Affleck

Talking 'bout their money

Hommie show me where the cash at

You ain't got a half that

You been fucking all these duck face bitches

Man we know you're Ben Affleck

See for me it's a no no

I like these types of girls

That you would see when you're in Soho

Hit a cop when i've been there

We kickin' like a dojo

Met your girl last night

She asked me for a photo

I know you mad because you seen it on Instagram

Your best friend commented...

That kid's a man

Who the fuck you kiddin' damn

You see i killed this so motherfucking verse

In a little over a minute

No bullshit i'm giving you the facts now

Telling me to fall back

I will never back down

Old team's crazy

We don't know how to act man

Media girl Rita girl blow a fucking backpack

She sees me and you notice that she won't hold your hand

You try to play it off in land

But we know your name

'cause all these girls are crushing on me like a soda can

...

It ain't latin no

Fuck that

I've been on my ground

FUck storm

I'm about to shine

Anyone that is going against me

Now is trying to refrain me

Please don't take me...

Call me Bretsky

Fuck that yelling fuck fail like whatup dog

Till we see that money like whatup dog

Pull up in that trunk slow

Hanging on the window

With the bottles and our hands like

Do we ever give a fuck?

No