Lil Watt - Rain (feat. French Kutt, Lucci Leel & Mill Tixket) Lyrics

Let the chopper rain
These niggas be bitches, they got they mama ways
These niggas be trippin', can't even conversate
Without a whole nigga feelin' some type of way
F*ck it, talk to this hammer then
Hit the switch, make a nigga do the hammer dance
Spin a block, bust a U, we spin back again
Spin a block, bust a U, we gone
Soon as that van stop, let that door slide
Choppers in hand, niggas cuttin' up from both sides
Runnin' while the car cruise, bitch, we ghost ride
Cut all them fake niggas off, I ain't got no ties
Linked up with the real and you can tell the difference
I wish I would put in work with these tellin' niggas
Soon as shit get real, you a sellin' nigga
The only mission on my mind is get ahead of niggas
This life gon' cost you everything, the hate be comin' free
Playin' on my top, you know that shit come with a fee
I been chillin' out the way, so why they still envy me
I got sick thoughts, talkin' bout some shit you won't believe
I can get your ass abducted, have you tortured like you Sonny
Put them bands around you, get you wrapped up like a mommy
Pump them up with lead, have them struggle like a junkie
Always on point, gotta watch out for the phonies
Let the chopper rain
These niggas be bitches, they got they mama ways
These niggas be trippin', can't even conversate
Without a whole nigga feelin' some type of way
F*ck it, talk to this hammer then
Get the switch, make a nigga do the hammer then
Spin the block, bust a U.E., spin back again
Spin the block, bust a U.E., come on
Ayy, they spin the block on us, they never get to spin again
Hit him with his 50, how many die, gon' be many men
I'm in these trenches where this shit can get ridiculous
They gave him life, but he took it for they sentenced him
But this the world that we livin' in
They offer money, home family gon' turn you in
Brothers turn to snakes, mama told me ain't no f*ckin' friends
I ain't listen, so I'm stuck up in this bitch again
My mama say keep tryin', I'm tryin' but my feet tired
I stopped caring how loud the club was when my niece died
My nephew and B quiet, guns on the east side
Had to take a couple niggas lives just to keep mine
I'm gettin' inspiration from a nigga sittin' in prison
That's why in every sentence you can hear the conviction
My dad was locked, shit was hard, granny sick, I was trippin
I was stealin' cars when R. Kelly dropped ignition
Let the chopper rain
These niggas be bitches, they got they mama ways
These niggas be trippin', can't even conversate
Without a hoe nigga feelin' some type of way
F*ck it, talk to this hammer then
Get the switch, make a nigga do the hammer then
It's been a blockbuster, you'll be spittin' back again
It's been a blockbuster, you'll be come on