LilSleepyKim - Rainy Lyrics

Little bitch come look at my pay
I'll go this way you go that way
Sippin' that Henny popping that Xanny
Every f*cking where I go it's rainy
Choppin' that beat poppin' that pill
Look at my grill loot at my drill
Live for the thrill keepin' it real
Look at my drip bitch on my crib
F*ck that lil bih she on my dick
She want my kiss but she get a diss
She want my pills but how 'bout a dick
She took a lick then I gave her a dick
F*ck on your bitch I can't pray for no thot
Niggas are stagnant I let 'em rot
You're not my bih cuz I'm married to the guap
Out of the picture if you can't smoke pot
Homie Lil Baby look alike ain't he
LSD then we Xanny
Everyday we sip Henny
Got more pills than your granny
I'm an addict but I'm still brainy
I pop pill almost like daily
She say I'm cute I'm like maybe
I know how to make you hate me
Hitting the pedal I attract the cops
Smoking that gas I wake my mind
Your bitch she love me but she a thot
Boy acting friendly but you an opp
I like you baby hop in my car
You say I'm crazy think you are not
It's not just lately you've been on my mind
Give me a chance I need a reply
You know I pop Molly
My bros are hard aren't we
All of my hoes be acting funny
You know I got my bands I'm running
Finger that bih say she want pee
I gave her D now she can't breathe
Boy I won't quit I want a Bentley
I'll cop that Audi for my baby
Balenciaga on my feet
Lotta chemicals on my lips
Bitch I'm done f*cking you can leave
Smelling like you I need Febreze
Thinking of you I need a new bih
Changing my mood I need a new beat
Bitch I hit Prada not a Zumiez
People depending on my two feet
You know I pop Molly
My bros are hard aren't we
All of my hoes be acting funny
You know I got my bands I'm running
Finger that bih say she want pee
I gave her D now she can't breathe
Boy I won't quit I want a Bentley
I'll cop that Audi for my baby
Balenciaga on my feet
Lotta chemicals on my lips
Bitch I'm done f*cking you can leave
Smelling like you I need Febreze
Thinking of you I need a new bih
Changing my mood I need a new beat
Bitch I hit Prada not a Zumiez
People depending on my two feet
Skrt skrt red lamborghini pick your girl up
Addied up geeking with your bitch she trying to suck huh
Sup bruh I can't even hear you trying to talk huh
Running up money got me feeling like a don huh
Donuts while I'm dabbing you can taste the sugars huh
Rockstar every time I show up bitches go nuts
Bustdown everything but she just said I'm colder
Uptown bitches I don't think they know how to talk huh
Jewelries all on my finger got a big gun automatic trigger
I don't really go on Tinder I just sit around and count my figures
My chopper really go fierce boy you better not trying to go hinder
And my baby blonde not a ginger f*ck you bitches trying to come mingle
Love my baby and I love me lotta people countin' on me
Hittin' that lick hittin' that lick
Show me something that's different please
Ayy lil bitch come play that beat
Cuz I sell for people like me
Hittin' that lick hittin' that lick
Show me something that's different please