Stormy Days (Remix) Santi (UK) (Ft. AJ Tracey)

[Intro: Santi]
Alright, cool, fuck it
Listen

[Verse 1: Santi]
Call Big Loonz like "yo, I need a feature
It's just no doubt, in the booth, you're a creature"
Stress on my mind got me wanting to ride
Fuck that, I'm on the curb billing up my reefer
I ain't got time for jail, that's a myth
No time for the trap house, I bag it in my whip
Working with the scales, now I'm waiting on the sale
Handbrake turns on the corner, dodging six
Smoking on the raw skin, looking out my window
Say you're onto me but how long has it been, though?
No class, I'm billing spinach on their ras
Like good girls are myth so I'm fucking with a bimbo
More money, I've gotta focus on the hustle
Cuh my life's been sticky, I was brought up in a struggle
Say I ain't official till I run up with the pistol
I ride for my team, I'm a dog with no muzzle
Ex turned stranger and my friends turned foes
I used to make love, now it's sex with a hoe
Giving me some head, and now it's all up in her neck
Then laugh in her face if she says go low
Hotel rooms, you never been to my home
The flow's crazy even when I go slow
Bill up a zoobie with my Gs, no rookies
Take another toke while I'm dreaming 'bout my dough
You know about the team, man, I'm tryna keep it clean
Girl, I'll run up on your G and show him I don't speak
In the whip with a jezzy, gotta rise up on my belly
Yeah, we got semis so my eyes up on the beef
Pass me the scissors cuh these ropes, I'll cut
I ain't tryna press triggers but these jokes ain't us
Clown, you don't wanna see me frown
Like yeah, I burn bridges cause it's dough I love