Let It Rain

11:30 On the dot, time to hit the spot

Damn that shit be hot, my nigga be what you got

On a sack of bud, these bitches got under
But I ain't got no love, young nigga so hood
Let's hook up with these bitches
Start just smoking up all they swishers

Get up inside they britches, start to get 'em off of they wishes
You know I'm down with that, stop off and get some gas
Go and pay 'em taxes, egg and pump from the last
Syria I'm catching from word that I be flexing
I got a Smith & Wesson for those who want a lesson
No time for no students, I be down for some futures
I be looking for the flu, it's for me and my crew kid
Park up on that hill, ten minutes away from real

Sit and try to chill to get to know this ho to kill
A pussy or a cop, yeah Tila be on your block
Them haters be trying to stop, but I gets hella props

It's Memphis from Memphis, them niggas be trying to lift this
Should've robbed they block but they got flipped just like a gymnast
So watch them swings and night swangs
These niggas do not know my name, these niggas do not know a thing

Let it rain on those who cannot hold your back
When minutes change to hours, they be cowards 'bout to crack
Let it rain on those, no names that I should mention
When things are kinda heated, got they ass about to get you
Let it rain on those who cannot hold your back
When minutes change to hours, they be cowards 'bout to crack
Let it rain on those, no names that I should mention
When things are kinda heated, got they ass about to get you

Roll up on the shit, niggas wanna get
Me against a vet, what the fuck you get?

You a fucking donor, I be smoking the marijuana
Tila hit that corner, you know that I's a goner

Out in five thousand, these hoes that I be housing
Fucking cousin by the dozen, doing stockings by the thousand
Now that shit be on, them niggas be got me boned
Fucking with my grip when I just beat 'em in the strip
Go and get the TEC red, shed intellect
I'm heated like a biscuit, exes just be twisting necks

Let's get that shit over, calling us wild soldiers
Rolled up just like boulders, capping capping just like Folgers
Had to get 'em back, sewed it up like that
Niggas must be crack, ain't coming in no act like that
Racks stuck on that bitch, stomp your feet, not even pinch

Greasy just like Weezy, moving on up like Jeffersons
The southern type of weather, and niggas don't stick together
Andrews escape through and blew your crew with no umbrella

Let it rain on those who cannot hold your back
When minutes change to hours, they be cowards 'bout to crack
Let it rain on those, no names that I should mention
When things are kinda heated, got they ass about to get you
Let it rain on those who cannot hold your back
When minutes change to hours, they be cowards 'bout to crack
Let it rain on those, no names that I should mention
When things are kinda heated, got they ass about to get you

Shit, there's rains up ahead, bloods and shit
Shit ain't slowing me down

No time for me to stop, pass me the Glock
Got my homie Ball on the call, lick 'em shots
Shots was licking in, still I'm down with Ken
Got 'em doing ten, pushing Benz, keep spinning

Time was at the speed, doing 'bout at least
Ninety miles an hour through the streets, niggas freeze
The ugly time of months, staying warm from the blunts
Got the heaters in the trunks, cause there be cold fronts

And some, bitches, a forecast edition
Hurricanes in my terrain, the devil my condition
The changing of the climates, bring some niggas blindness
But I can see you spies, no congestion in my sinus
Shit I can take the fix, hoes turn tricks
When take your dose, wild bill with big ol' whips

Let it rain on those who cannot hold your back
When minutes change to hours, they be cowards 'bout to crack
Let it rain on those, no names that I should mention
When things are kinda heated, got they ass about to get you
Let it rain on those who cannot hold your back
When minutes change to hours, they be cowards 'bout to crack
Let it rain on those, no names that I should mention
When things are kinda heated, got they ass about to get you

Let it rain on those who cannot hold your back
When minutes change to hours, they be cowards 'bout to crack

Let it rain on those, no names that I should mention
When things are kinda heated, got they ass about to get you
Let it rain on those who cannot hold your back
When minutes change to hours, they be cowards 'bout to crack
Let it rain on those, no names that I should mention
When things are kinda heated, got they ass about to get you