Quiet Storm - Fabolous

Niggas wanna' freestyle

Y’all better get your bar work together

I’m tellin' you right now

Friday night freestyles

CLUMINATIIII!

We done seen it all, been thru it all

It’s quiet

I put my lifetime in between the papers line

Just a hustler out here trying to make a dime

Feel like when crackheads was beggin' me to take the nine

Man these bum ass rappers need to make a sign

That say will rap for food, for real scrap you’re screwed

I put the paws on you and lil' scrap you dudes

My goons in the audience still clap when cued

Put the Hawk in your chest and Millsap you dudes

I’m still snapping dude, still run my city and still lapping' dudes

In the studio in a still trappin' mood

On a beat from '99 that’s still slappin' dude

See real rap I’m rude, disrespectful with the flow

I met wifey she disrespect and call you bro

Shorty mouth crazy disrespectful on the low

She like to spit on it disrespectful little ho

On some real shit, you just need a real bitch

Chillin' when in public, not some groupie’d out in the club bitch

Type you don’t hear from until you get up

It was quiet for you till you started turning shit up

And that ain’t real bitch, you more like a bill bitch

Fridge ain’t got no grub bitch but it’s eat the booty like it’s Publix?

Run into these type chicks NOTHING is up

Shorty lost her sponsor that was cuffin' her up

I’m like hot damn ho here we go again

Your nigga cut you off broke scenario again

No more Felipe you eating cereal again

No more lipo you big as Terio again

Oh yea, quiet for you niggas too

Wanna' small talk cause they ain’t as big as you

Wanna' throw dirt cause the bitch is diggin' you

Don’t let the songs on the last album trigga' you

(YUUP! *trey songz tone*) You ain’t Trey, you poo nah nah

Look what you done started ooh nah nah

Got the twin nine milli’s, my two nah nahs

Used to call them Nadia, still bye bye to you

We ain’t lacking got the thing out or we concealing

We’re I’m from daddy’s bang out in front of their children

My plan was to get the gang out and get them millions

Now it’s mansions but used to hang out up in them buildings

Them boys in the lobby was rowdy yea

You gotta' think Bobby and Rowdy yea

Now we out in Abu Dhabi in Saudi air

Then they let me Ricky Bobby the Audi yea

(uh) on some Furious 7, rest in peace Paul Walker I hope you hear this in heaven

I be preaching on these niggas you would swear it’s a reverend

Four game sweep flows in a series of seven

Its the F to the A to the B O-L-O-U-S you just get some mo' rellos'

I’m Frank Costello yea but more ghetto

Yea i’m in a house with more rooms than a hotello

I used to sit and watch Knicks moves, no Melo

Now I get to make king moves on rose petals

Shorty stand still didn’t shake no jell-o

Then she slow it down like when the lights go yellow

On some real shit

I just want some real shit

Not none of this fuck shit

Sound like Barkley with that Chuck shit

Fuck all of that weird shit I’m tired of that

If it ain’t Young OG then it’s quiet for that

It’s the real…

DJ Clue.

Dessert Storm… That boy Fabolous

Shoutout to Brooklyn what’s up?

Queens what’s good?!

Whole NYC

Slide what’s popping?

Y’all ain’t ready