Rainy Sunny Lyrics

It's rainy outside

It's not sunny

Gotta get the racks right now

Gotta get money

Niggas be hatin

Even your homie

Bad ass bitch wanna fuck

On Me

I spend all them bands, run it up over again

I can't hang with these niggas at all, they not mans

Might pour up wock cause I got a cough, Imma feel like Kan

Most of these niggas dickeatin, yea they be the fans

I don't know what to do

Can't hang with you

You a opp, you a opp

Run up on me

Boom Boom

Yea I be fuckin that bitch in the room

All of my niggas, you know that they goons

.40s gon pop niggas like balloons

.40s gon clear the whole fuckin room

Yea I got my nina

Yea that's my lil baby

She goin crazy

And she better than .380s

She said, "Johnny, do you want me?"

I said, "I don't know, maybe"

They said, "Can you fuckin slide?"

I said, "I don't know, I'm lazy"

Yea Ohh

Oh

Oh

Oh

Yea

Yea

Yea

Yea

Yeaaaa Ohhhh

I count that dough, that shit in my hand

Fuckin that bitch, she was a fan

Fuckin that bitch, pass to my friend

Fuck that shit, free Swerv out the can

I'm on my grind, that's the reason they mad

Walk in the store and I'm poppin the tag

I'm too busy chasin motherfuckin bags

I fucked on your bitch cause she sat on my lap

Yea ohh, I don't give a fuck

I just wanna get them bucks

I'm tryna pull up, Bentley truck

Get them racks, it's a must

Fuck ya hoe (Fuck ya hoe)

Fuck ya mom (Fuck ya mom)

Fuck ya hoe (Fuck ya hoe)

Fuck ya mom (Fuck ya mom)

Fuck ya hoe (Fuck ya thot)

Fuck ya mom (Fuck ya thot)

Fuck ya hoe (Fuck ya thot)

Fuck ya mom (Fuck ya mom)