Chords for NBA YoungBoy "Through The Storm" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Audio)

[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ I need to talk to Mike Lowry
[Cm] Hello, it's Mike Lowry [F] Double [Gm] 84
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[F] _ This is the [Gm] sound
Through the [Cm] night, when it be stormin'
Hopin' everything could clear [F] up by the [Gm] mornin'
Niggas said a lie, so I gotta be honest
[D] Ask me for the tillage, [F] you know that I'ma [Gm] run it
Turned up like a woman, we put up on that dumb shit
Pressin' on these [Cm] niggas [F] pockets full of [Bb] blue honey
[Gm] Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin'
[Cm] Ain't no time to waste, some niggas [F] play, we gon' burn, [Bb] hell
[Gm] Today's Friday, so you know we on that Clyde and Dodo
[Eb] I got black and [F] white bitches knockin' [Bbm] at my door, though
I'm [Gm] in the middle of the room, posted with a [Cm] photo
I got it [N] out in case a nigga wanna take a photo
[Gm] Remember me and three, we used to rile up in a stolo
[Cm] Now I'm in a two-door [F] coupe, it used [Bb] to be a four, though
[Gm] Don't pay for K, but he want static, tell him let me know, though
I'm quick [Cm] to love the [F] nigga, [Bb] heavens, you know I'ma blow, though
[Gm] Late at night, I used to sneak out my girl and fog the window
[Cm] And I was coolin' on [Bb] a flight and I was hittin' them licks, though
[Gm] Wasn't for him, I wouldn't be shit, so I ain't got a trip, [Cm] though
Ten thousand dollars, that ain't [F] shit, I gave him that times [Gm] three, though
Through the night, went and be swarmin'
[Cm] Hopin' everything [F] quickly up by the mornin'
[Gm] Niggas said a lot, so I gotta be [Cm] honest
Ask me for the telly, you know [F] that I'ma run it
[Gm] Turned up like a woman, we put up on that dumb shit
Pissin' [Cm] on these niggas' pockets full [F] of blue honey
[Gm] Ain't no goin' back, you know I'ma keep it calm, man
Ain't [Cm] no time to waste, some [F] niggas play, we gon' burn, hell
[Gm] Can't talk no gun, but got that Glock while I'm up in the [Cm] yodel
Put my P.O. in the [F] police, knockin' at my [Bb] door, though
[Gm] I get carried to Lace the Tracks, it's like a blunt or dope, [Eb] though
I told Nene I'm comin' back, [F] she think I'm [C] with a ho, though
[Gm] Put a hundred grand in my pocket when I wanna flex
[Cm] Back in the day, them [F] niggas laughed when I said [Ab] I'm next
[Gm] Oh, put the top, but can't step, boy, I try to reach [Eb] for my neck
You know I pop, but fuck that [Gm] shit, I put his ass to rest
Turned up like a woman, we put up on that dumb shit
Flexin' on [Cm] these niggas' pockets full [F] of blue honey
Ain't no [Gm] goin' back, you know I'ma keep it calm, [Cm] man
Ain't no time to waste, some [F] niggas play, we gon' burn, hell
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