[Intro]
Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?
It's Malik on the track
Look
[Verse 1]
No new shoes 'til mama get her taxes
Police harass me 'cause it's thug life, survival tactics
From a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank
Been doin' this shit since I was seventeen, you think that I can't think?
My gangster, what the fuck you thinkin'?
'Bout these cold killers and dope sniffers that run with me
Seen that I don't fuck with 'em, now they come for me
They know he keep it tucked with him
Now, which one y'all wanna romp with me?
Back against the wall, real through it all, now they wan' see me bleed
[Chorus]
The sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah
Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey, and I want all the smoke
Two hundred for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin'
[Verse 2]
Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see, I'm lookin' like I'm thievin'
I feel it in the air like Beanie Sigel, and, bitch, I'm rich like John Cena
I keep it gangster like Hot Beezy, I'm talkin' to Stunna, I'm finna leave her
He got a chick with a bad daughter, I told him, "See if she wan' mingle”
That's twenty mill' for me, and here go thirty mill' for you, thug
Bless the shooter and fuck these hoes, these niggas wasn't raised like us
Shoot the burner 'til you hear it click, never tried to make a shoe fit
Baby mama fuckin' them, they tried to kill me, nasty, dirty bitch, you know
[Chorus]
The rain don't fall
Know I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah
Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Lay your flunky ass down, where that money at?
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hundred for my bro, a pole
Swervin' in that Rolls, 'member back up in the day it was a stolo
[Post-Chorus]
Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me
[Verse 3]
Bitch, I ain't got no budget, tag that nigga
Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that North swag, nigga
In the bed with your ho, I'm just singin' riddles
I'm like, "La-la-la, tell your boyfriend I'll kill him"
Plenty hitters, nigga, and I put 'em up in transition
At your car, shoot dirty Glocks, and knock out all your transmission
How you try to run, lil' daddy? Stupid, all your pants missin'
Fuckin' doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash niggas
And she know that though, that gang got dead bodies
It's a true crime pole, shawty know I get it on
Bangin' like this Saints Row, I made my bones inside the North
She tryna help me take it slow
[Chorus]
The sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah
Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hundred for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin'
[Post-Chorus]
Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me
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