Текст песни Rainy Days - TRP Smooth

Rainy days but I turn them to sunny
Getting paid finna fuck up the summer
If she tryna play I won't give her my number
Pushin' p yea that's word to my mother

Rainy days but I turn them to sunny
Getting paid finna fuck up the summer
If she tryna play I won't give her my number
Pushin' p yea that's word to my mother

Word to my cousin
Don't say that you love me
We gon' fuck up the functions
Movin mountains like Usher
I was spending this money
And a nigga from nun
Use to call you my brother
Oh you think I'm bluffin'
Put your ass in ya duffle
Gettin chips like it's ruffles
I'm addicted to hustlin'
Got tats on my muscles
Look at who I'm becomin'
I won't switch up for nun

Been over fame
But every dollar that I make
Nigga I could never change
Gotta charge it the game
And if you ever take my chain
Then I'll put you in a grave
Now these niggas know my name
Now these niggas know my name

Rainy days but I turn them to sunny
Getting paid finna fuck up the summer
If she tryna play I won't give her my number
Pushin' p yea that's word to my mother

Rainy days but I turn them to sunny
Getting paid finna fuck up the summer
If she tryna play I won't give her my number
Pushin' p yea that's word to my mother

Haven't seen you in months
Said that we sparkin' a conversation but you sparking this blunt
Said that we sparkin' a conversation but you been on the run
Said that we sparkin' a conversation well I'm keepin' it blunt

I'm the hottest out my city
I'm the coldest out my city
Fuck if y'all niggas really don't admit it
Don't give a fuck about who fuckin' wit me
Turn on my track got the hood poppin' wheelies
Headache I pop an alieve
Fuck all these niggas disturbing my peace
All of my niggas reppin' TRP