LET IT RAIN 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 [?]
I hit the scene and I'm waiting to disappear
Like a young n*gga was Casper
He run up on me he get blasted
[?]
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
[?] 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
[?]
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: PsychoJava]
Walk in the club and I'm ripping sh*t
You a fake gangsta b*tch I am legitimate
[?] my b*tch she like how I'm hitting it
Hop on the song and you know that I'm killing it
[?]
I keep a choppa like I am a militant
If he a pedophile you know I'm killing him
And shout out to Chris cause I'm keeping that chopstick and just like Grave Imma walk out with a rocket
f*cking a b*tch that's fatter than my pockets
If he want the smoke then you know we gon pop sh*t
She giving me neck like the Loch Ness
Can't f*ck with that b*tch cause she toxic
Got my name in her back cause I'm dominant
Make a n*gga float, Mary Poppins
Got a Glock and I'm airing sh*t out
And that pus*y it stink it smell like a trout
That n*gga a snitch so I'm cutting his mouth
If he jacking the smoke I show up at his house
If you want static with the set bring em down
I murk a opp there's no reason to pout
I cannot f*ck with a n*gga that's goofy no I cannot f*ck with a clown
That n*gga a b*tch [?] so I'm takin him out
Gang, gang, gang
[Outro: 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