LET IT RAIN (Original) lyrics

[Intro]
Neco 'bout to shoot ya

[Verse 1: Grave 718]
Gut out his insides
Know they can’t copy the style so they di*k riding
Two tools in this b*tch and they been slidin'
So hoe get outta my way better get hidin'
Fah pow fah pow
Pop pop let it bang in this b*tch
Glahtah let it rain in this b*tch
I ain’t come for friendship I bring pain in this b*tch
Lay his ass out I ain’t playing that b*tch
Bet I knock his ass out then I’m layin' his b*tch
If he run his damn mouth hit the lane and then switch
Glahtahtah now his b*tch ass in a ditch
Ran down with the two and then came back with six
Six six six shots at his kids
Made six six six pimpin' that b*tch
She said I’m sick but I know that sh*t

[Verse 2: Yung Flex]
I cannot f*ck with these rappers
I send them to heaven like I was a pastor
These n*ggas ain't with the blood splatter
I hit the scene and I'm waiting to disappеar
Like a young n*gga was Casper
He run up on mе he get blasted
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b*tch pull up, get popped dead
We gon' show you where the Glocks at
Wet up, I'll show you where the mop at
I bet his ass ain't gone pop that
Stop it
You said but you ain't gon' pop sh*t
Homicidal my mind, guess I'm toxic
I'ma cancel his life with the chop stick
22 double [?] in my pocket
Bet that b*tch gon' blow up like a rocket
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We gon' pull up and make sh*t chaotic
Aye payback, lay back
Choppa hit him in his face tats
All my young n*ggas strapped up like a soldier
Boy bet this chopper make him crank that b*tch
[Verse 3: Lazy3x]
Fa, fa
Walk in that b*tch and I'm spraying my Glock
You know I ate ass but she giving me top
I came with the band b*tch I came with the guap
I'm sprayin' this burner if that n*gga wan' talk
Loud
I got the Glock and I'm airing sh*t out
b*tch I'm tryna spark I ain't talking it out
That n*gga he trash I'm taking him out
Why he wanna laugh but that n*gga a clown
That n*gga gassing his ass to the clouds
I'm on the block [?]
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[?] she giving me mouth
You messing with Grave and get put in a grave, boy
You ready to talk [?] decoy
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Not from Miami but I keep the heat, boy
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You say that's you daughter? Well n*gga, Imma hit her
b*tch I'm in the trap moving pack like a zipper
Walk in the mall and I buy all the sh*t
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That n*gga my son, stop taking my sh*t
Gang