Rainy Sunny

It's rainy outside It's not sunny Gotta get the racks right now Gotta get money Niggas be hatin Even your homie Bad ass bitch wanna fuck On Me I spend all them bands, run it up over again I can't hang with these niggas at all, they not mans Might pour up wock cause I got a cough, Imma feel like Kan Most of these niggas dickeatin, yea they be the fans I don't know what to do Can't hang with you You a opp, you a opp Run up on me Boom Boom Yea I be fuckin that bitch in the room All of my niggas, you know that they goons .40s gon pop niggas like balloons .40s gon clear the whole fuckin room Yea I got my nina Yea that's my lil baby She goin crazy And she better than .380s She said, "Johnny, do you want me?" I said, "I don't know, maybe" They said, "Can you fuckin slide?" I said, "I don't know, I'm lazy" Yea Ohh Oh Oh Oh Yea Yea Yea Yea Yeaaaa Ohhhh I count that dough, that shit in my hand Fuckin that bitch, she was a fan Fuckin that bitch, pass to my friend Fuck that shit, free Swerv out the can I'm on my grind, that's the reason they mad Walk in the store and I'm poppin the tag I'm too busy chasin motherfuckin bags I fucked on your bitch cause she sat on my lap Yea ohh, I don't give a fuck I just wanna get them bucks I'm tryna pull up, Bentley truck Get them racks, it's a must Fuck ya hoe (Fuck ya hoe) Fuck ya mom (Fuck ya mom) Fuck ya hoe (Fuck ya hoe) Fuck ya mom (Fuck ya mom) Fuck ya hoe (Fuck ya thot) Fuck ya mom (Fuck ya thot) Fuck ya hoe (Fuck ya thot) Fuck ya mom (Fuck ya mom)