Trash boo, nigga, fuck niggaFuck is wrong with niggas? Niggas don’t really be on shit(Beat by Yamaica Productions, baby)Niggas gonna be fuckin’ broke, nigga09 to the fuckin’ swish, niggaWe see niggas in traffic, niggaThen Ricky run, nigga, yeahSuck my dick, niggaTo all the fuckin’ oppsYou know what’s up, nigga, gang (Don’t fuck around)(Woo), lookI make it rain on whoever (Uh)I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)Bitch, I’m a dog, a blue devilI got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Boom, boom)I make it rain on whoever (Uh)I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)Bitch, I’m a dog, a blue devilI got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Grrt)I can’t fuck with these niggas, they not a hundred (Nah)Trap phone keep jumpin’ (Uh)Until the fiends don’t want it (Want it)Tell Drell keep drummin’ (Drummin’)Tell Dread keep dumpin’ (Grrt)Run, Ricky, he runnin’ (Grrt), run, Ricky, he runnin’, look (Woo)Gas in the air (Uh), you can smell the aromaBet I change up the motion, Pop Smoke in the RoverPop Smoke run ’em over, big wheel in the ocean (Uh)Everything icy (Rose gold), three carats in the pointerLook, ain’t no apologyThese niggas doubted me, I keep a pole tucked (Know it)Run up, catch a cold cut (Grrt)Put his head on his shoulder (Bah)Got the guns in the sofa (Sofa)Nigga, what’s the commotion? (‘Motion)Put the guns in a holster (Uh)‘Til they smokin’ with the soldiers (Woo)Then I’m back in the deep end (Uh)Trap, trap all season (Season)Trap open on the weekends (Weekends)Niggas mad ’cause I’m eatin’ (Eatin’)And I’m in the flossy (Flossy)Where we stay recklessTwenty-five on the left wrist (Uh)Spent twenty-five on the necklace (I see it)Have your mama like, “Woah, there go Pop Smoke” (Let’s get it)Know the opps can’t stand me (Woo)Rolls Royce, no Camry (Woo)Or skrrt off in the Panny (Uh)
Hoodie on, duckin’ cameras (Cameras)If my opps in the foreign (Uh)Then we shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)Know I’m outside (Uh), and I keep a pole (Yeah)And I’m on the roads (Uh), 30K a show (Uh)Get it in between (Haha), get it any means (For sure)Amiri for the jeans (I’m talkin’ my shit), let a nigga run (Uh)I make it rain on whoever (Uh)I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)Bitch, I’m a dog, a blue devilI got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Boom, boom)I make it rain on whoever (Uh)I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)Bitch, I’m a dog, a blue devilI got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Grrt)I can’t fuck with these niggas, they not a hundred (Nah)Trap phone keep jumpin’ (Jumpin’)Until the fiends don’t want it (Want it)Tell Drell keep drummin’Tell Dread keep dumpin’Run, Ricky, he runnin’, run, Ricky, he runnin’, lookGas in the air, you can smell the aromaBet I change up the motion, Pop Smoke in the RoverPop Smoke run ’em over, big wheel in the oceanEverything icy, three carats in the pointer (Rose gold)Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from Rowdy baby, bitch (Baow)I got the call behind the wall that it’s still lit, then fuck itI’m already gon’ up itMy niggas ain’t talkin’, they dumpin’I treat his face like Busta Rhymes, why you say that? I touch itThen I threw the grip inside of the toilet with no remorse and flushed itWhy niggas still bluffin? I still haven’t seen nothin’ (Where he at?)My chain hang, don’t tuck it, I touch down, I’m bustin’Tell the label I need five M’s, if not, I ain’t signing nothin’‘Cause I’m on a flight with a Russian, getting head, concussionAnd niggas saying that it’s lit, real shit, it’s nothin’‘Cause I’m in the Wraith with your bitch, gettin’ lit, stuntin’Ball out in any weather, shit on Rowdy, you could neverGo and grab your umbrella, ’cause we make it rain on whoeverBaow, we make it rain on whoever(Grrt, grrt, baow, baow-baow-baow-baow)Look, I make it rain on whoever (Uh)I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)Bitch, I’m a dog, a blue devilI got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Boom, boom)I make it rain on whoever (Uh)I make it rain, that Woo weather (Grrt, baow)Bitch, I’m a dog, a blue devilI got the hoes like Hugh Hefner (Grrt)
