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Rain Fall
Grafh
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Ayy, what's up? Uh
Ayy, you know the dope, gang
Look
Y'all don't know what to do when I show you the blueprint
I ain't water it down 'cause I didn't know you was stupid
You searchin' online for the truth that I throw in the music
I could show it and prove, I don't gotta post it to prove it (I don't)
I know how to cock it, I know how to load it and shoot it
I'm alkaline water amongst all the sodas and juices (Fresh)
You went from "What's crackin'" to "What's poppin'" (Huh?)
I be the body, then go gun shoppin' (Mmm)
You scared of the dark, my nigga, you sunblockin' (Boo)
I'm hot-headed, my tongue drop in a plug socket
Take your lung, pop it, then I lunchbox it (Ow)
I jump shot it and double pump rockets '
Til my blood clot, blood clottin'
Fuck stoppin' (Stop)
Your man got jumped, you was just watchin' (Stop)
I left your body in the trunk rotten, house niggas never pluck cotton
I'm just boxed in, jabbin', I'm just boxin'
Jumped up, dodgin'
I'm from where Santa Claus ain't never come stuff stockin's
You hustle or play ball, those are fucked up options
I just fucked memory lane up, drunk drivin'
What? What? What could y'all do to me?
My ex tryna put a hex on me, voodoo me
This heavy art, toolery, strapped with the semi, harpooner-y
I'm multitaskin', lookin' at your chain while
I'm googlin' where the pawn jewlery (Hand)
I ain't with the tomfoolery, I'm Huey P in the wrong community
All my laundry is Louis V (Woo)
I'm burnin' Moncler, Prada, and Gucci tee
Inside a eulogy, I rather you than me, partner
When the shots fly (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
And the rain falls (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
It's a homicide (Woo)
Tell me who can you call? (Fuck the police)
When the soul dies (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
You can be right or wrong (It don't matter)
It can be you or me (I rather you)
Who's ever quick on the draw? (Brrah)
Mama, pray for me
Just pray for me, ah
Ayy
You got shooters layin' all in your bushes and grass
Waitin' for you so they can be took to the cash
Got you openin' your safe and got you
Pullin' out cash (Gimme that, boy)
And you know what happen next when he pull up his mask, nigga
The muzzle flash and the bullet, it pass
Through your melon (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Your whole shit gettin' put on the glass (Ah)
Robbery gone bad, news bulletin flash
I laugh 'cause I'm the nigga that put up the bag (Hahaha)
Yeah, I'ma be straight as long as my
Mama pray for me (She pray for me)
If you gon' be around, you gotta spray
For me (You gotta hold it down, nigga)
Uh, gotta be solid all the way for me (What's the problem?)
Real nigga, that's somethin' you ain't gotta say
For me (You already know what time it is, nigga)
My rรฉsumรฉ'll vouch (Ah)
You was never straight, you ain't never weigh an ounce (Ah)
I'm with your bitch, 'bout to penetrate her mouth (Huh?)
I give the word, a nigga finna spray your house
Motherfucker (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)
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