[Intro: Slump6s]
(Fft)
(Skrrt)
Yeah
[Chorus: Slump6s]
Bitch wan' put my name on
Shoot shit, just like Dame, uh-huh
Like, fah, fah, this gon' rain on you
(Like, fah, fah, this gon' rain on you)
[Verse 1: Slump6s]
This hoe in her mood
Bitch, gon' take her to Cancún, yeah
Bitch came in my room, bitch give slop, yeah, shit was cool, yeah
Live my life so bool, I get higher than altitude, yeah
Bitch I, [?], fuck I look like following some rules, yeah
Bitch, I flex like, oh yeah
Racks, just hit, like (Racks, just hit, like)
Bitch, I diss at you, yeah
I can't slip, I got this bitch on me, man, watch how you move, yeah
Who that at your door? Yeah, bitch that me, shit look like bool, yeah
Yeah, yeah, count them racks up, know that's me, saw your lil' hoе choosin’
[Verse 2: che]
FN on some fool, yeah
This some Hi-Tеch, not no booze, yeah
This [?], I’ma shoot ya
Jugg your shit, and fuck your boo', yeah
All my niggas own Prada shoes, yeah
Suck dick, yeah, that's your whore
It's a rifle in my cooler
And make my main hoe, meet my new one, yeah
Them bullets won't stop, yeah
And all of my shit off the stock, yeah, yeah
This Margiela, mix with some Croc (Bow, bow)
I shoot at that nigga, ha-cha (Shoot)
He flexing that money, get robbed
Huh, Draco, Draco, walk in the spot
My money, mega, mega, yeah it's a lot
He gone, hella', hella', yeah, you gon' drop
[Verse 3: Slump6s]
Yeah, twin just hit me, said he opened up the shop, yeah
Bitch, I clear your drop, turn your ass s-, let me not, yeah
I got out of school, and then I got straight to this guap, yeah
Bitch, I tote that FN five-seven, shit done clear your block, yeah
Watch who you miss
Fuck that lil' bitch, so disrespectful
Top floor shit, I feel like Jessie
Bitch, I don't talk, [?]
Pockets on Crip, don't represent them
OnlyFans bitch, give me percentage
I run up green, bitch, I want lettuce
Goin’ at him
[Verse 4: che]
Just like some lettuce, bitch you not [?]
Pass me stick, I'm multiplayer
I'm in this bitch, she tie her hair up
G-G-Shock on wrist, get-get off my dick
Tickle her pussy, then, see you later
Them niggas, so bitch made, yeah, you a baiter
Them bullets go criss, cross, boy keep your head up
These [?] my, [?]
Your bitch on my wrist, uh, playin' in my hair
She play with the lights off, she want the lights off
No, I don't mind and, no I don't care, yeah
Make one hundred plays, [?], bitch
All of this shit I do rare, hoe
Say, "Oh my God", need a prayer, yeah (Grr)
Cut a bitch off, Demon Slayer, yeah (Brr)
Bitch, you better not meet your maker, yeah
I just bool in Jamaica, yeah, own a couple in Jamaica, yeah (Guap, guap)
[Chorus: Slump6s]
Bitch wan’ put my name on
Shoot shit, just like Dame, uh-huh
Like, fah, fah, this gon' rain you
(Like, fah, fah, this gon' rain on you)