Rashad Holt - The Rain Lyrics

Three of them it's only only one of me
Foreign bitches want me raw like I'm sushi
Pineapple juice mixed with codeine
Big business over here while y'all clueless

Tryna pocket watch me from the nosebleeds
Better be the dealer not the user
She from the hood but look like she from overseas

She my bottom bitch she known for recruiting
She plugged with the digits got ten different ways
Cut niggas off know they know they useless

Beep beep Get out the way
Draco rusty I still use it
You'll end up making the news
Tryna save these hoes bitch boy you a idiot

Told you that fling was old news
Passed her though the crew like a loose cigarette

Finesse a bitch with your star card you never took her off the base
Get your money up front
Don't get Jake
You better be clever
Talking shit in front you bitch
Knowing It's fake

You going to make her a fan so really what
She up in the barracks
Putting dick in her face

Hitting these bitches in the room three deep
Snuck em in with help from my man's
Right past staff duty

He wanted her friends
She was a team player
She brought extras hands
They all certified cuties

They say Savage the man
These hoes eat out my hand
Used to ride in a intercepter

Stayed down stuck to my plan
Sweet Jones schooled me
About blue Falcons
Did the great escape
Bank account OD

These blue Falcons they hate it
Can't stand I'm paid
They can't stand that I'm rare
Drive fast own lane

Send your lil bitch to track me

Ima f*ck her food and pull her hair
Uber back to you because you ain't me
Old hating ass nigga built like a circus bear
Ima drive you insane

Try to track me
Over ta50 fare
Swear to God
Crackers at my playing fair
Did what I had to do
Got the f*ck up out of there

You left your girl in the rain
I pull up
I save the day
We up in Seattle
Perfect place to take pain

You better stay out the way
Keep a umbrella
Just in case
College tuition
Thunderstorm
Deva vu we
Make it rain

Whips like I'm rich
Finessing the slaves

Cannabis rolled in backwoods
Indoor high
Set the outdoor ablaze

She grinding
She really set the stage
Keeping my young ass stay in my lane

Out in Portland ttyna get in her ribs
Then we go lay in the shade

Took her to Vegas to get my grown man on
Change her oil like I'm the meineke

Your baby mama got you in the friend zone
You think she at work

She aqui with her bestie

Temporary concubines
Tryna arrest me for
Smoking rapper weed
Poppin addies
Took the girl of your dreams
To Wendy's
She so tired of Rallys

Got off my ass
Got on my grind
Took a while
Find me a better way

They ain't like my grind
Try to set me.up
I'm not gonna elaborate

Not me sir
Go find another nigga

Hit a lick
Did the great escape

Blue Falcons
Hit and miss
Move on
Turn the spot
To a Chic Fil A

Ohhhhh you let the rain hit her
I'll pick her up an smash
It all up in traffic
Watch how I put some game in her
Send her back to you
Finesse your taxes

Send her back to you
She talking back
I took her soul
Like I'm her pastor

Keep your drama
Ain't got shit to prove
F*ck a Subaru
I'm not out here actin

Told your bitch come
To the crib with some backwoods
And make it snappy

When ranger touch down
We showing out

All up in Tia Lous
Vip we goin extra
We going extra

Blue Falcons
Got shit say
F*ck out my face
Get you some business

Imitate
My crew
Nothing better to do
Stereotype niggas

We like Hennessy
We like foreign bitches

We like fast cars
We don't f*ck with snitches

Sending bitches that's they only way to track a nigga
F*cked your girlfriend in my dormitory
She came to the crib and did my dishes

When I went on expeditions
She back to her own city
Finessing rich kids
Out they inheritance riches

I get home
Like nothin happen
Facts