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pop smoke - make it rain lyrics

[intro: dread woo & pop smoke]
dread woo, n+gga, the f+ck, n+gga?
f+ck is wrong with n+ggas?
n+ggas don’t really be on sh+t (beat by yamaica productions, baby)
n+ggas really be f+ckin’ broke, n+gga
09 to the f+ckin’ swish, n+gga
we see n+ggas in traffic, n+gga
then ricky run, n+gga, yeah
suck my d+ck, n+gga
to all the f+ckin’ opps (they know the vibes, n+gga)
you know what’s up, n+gga, gang (don’t f+ck around)
(woo), look

[chorus: pop smoke]
i make it rain on whoever (uh)
i make it rain, that woo weather (grrt, baow)
b+tch, i’m a dog, a blue devil
i got the hoes like hugh hefner (boom, boom)
i make it rain on whoever (uh)
i make it rain, that woo weather (grrt, baow)
b+tch, i’m a dog, a blue devil
i got the hoes like hugh hefner (grrt)

[post+chorus: pop smoke]
i can’t f+ck with these n+ggas, 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 aroma
bet i change up the motion, pop smoke in the rover
pop smoke run ’em over, big wheel in the ocean (uh)
everything icy (rose gold), three carats in the pointer

[verse 1: pop smoke]
look, ain’t no apology
these n+ggas 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)
n+gga, 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)
n+ggas mad ’cause i’m eatin’ (eatin’)
and i’m in the flossy (flossy)
where we stay reckless
twenty+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 sh+t), let a n+gga run (uh)

[post+chorus: pop smoke]
i can’t f+ck with these n+ggas, 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’, look
gas in the air, you can smell the aroma
bet i change up the motion, pop smoke in the rover
pop smoke run ’em over, big wheel in the ocean
everything icy, three carats in the pointer (rose gold)

[interlude]
h+llo, this is a prepaid collect call from rowdy baby, b+tch (baow)

[verse 2: rowdy rebel]
i got the call behind the wall that it’s still lit, then f+ck it
i’m already gon’ up it
my n+ggas ain’t talkin’, they dumpin’
i treat his face like busta rhymes, why you say that? i touch it
then i threw the grip inside of the toilet with no remorse and flushed it
why n+ggas 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, concussion
and n+ggas saying that it’s lit, real sh+t, it’s nothin’
’cause i’m in the wraith with your b+tch, gettin’ lit, stuntin’
ball out in any weather, sh+t on rowdy, you could never
go and grab your umbrella, ’cause we make it rain on whoever
baow, we make it rain on whoever
(grrt, grrt, baow, baow+baow+baow+baow)

[chorus: pop smoke]
look, i make it rain on whoever (uh)
i make it rain, that woo weather (grrt, baow)
b+tch, i’m a dog, a blue devil
i got the hoes like hugh hefner (boom, boom)
i make it rain on whoever (uh)
i make it rain, that woo weather (grrt, baow)
b+tch, i’m a dog, a blue devil
i got the hoes like hugh hefner (grrt)

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