Lyrics 4K TAKEOFF – RAINSTORM | New Today Lyrics

Now that im up they gone listen, ain’t neva gone beg 4 a nigga opinion, neva gone beg 4 a nigga attention, they say that its up ain’t feelin no tension, u ain’t off the porch you get put in detention, hop in the rari just got some givenchy, ain’t going to no court boy i bet they miss me, hop out da rental hop in da splizzy

Dont need me a sweater im stormin the weather, real since the hood it ain’t gettin no better, im deep in this water my foot on the pedal, uppin the 9 and it blow like a kettle, stay out my lanee u ain’t on my level, uppin the blicks got several, bet they be tearin through metal, shootin this lemon to clear out the rebals, kome out the kutt get em faced like a bezel

Lately i been on the road, ain’t ready 4 fame ain’t ready 4 shows, kutta too hot but i gotta reload, stand on the block and we post like gnome, beat down yo block we breakin the code, lobok at my wrist its froze, im making it rain but i think it snowed, let me go get em and shake his soul, uppin the glizzy then i unload

It ain’t no misssiiiing, gotta go kop me a drac boy i been siiniiiing, yeah they gone hate on my plate and young nigga winniiiiing, bet ima cop me a wraith but still ain’t finisheeed, it ain’t no missiiiiinngg

No i ain’t the best but im similar, step in the game no perimiter, slave to the streets they prisoner, im bout to go nuts testicular

Im stuck in the kitchen im whippin it up, crypto that currency kant get enough, im stackin it currently pickin it up, the inside is burgundy new benz truck

Dont need a key bitch we kome like the bucks, u play and get stretched and get put in a tux, lean in the fridge but it stay in my cup, throwin the rocks i remember dem cuffs, im used to the streets ain never had love, ain’t gone speak on the graves i dug, these niggas be snitchin we takin they tongue, 22 choppa gone tear up his lung

I been a lil demon ain seein no heaven, i keep me a 30 my wifey be stressin, im leanin n dabbin jug and finessin, took a lil while i learned me a lesson, lived to see 20 i swear its a blessin, won’t talk to the jakes i won’t give a confession, i do this for real it ain’t a impression, niggas get killed and get dumb in my section

Dont need me a sweater im stormin the weather, real since the hood it ain’t gettin no better, im deep in this water my foot on the pedal, uppin the 9 and it blow like a kettle, stay out my lanee u ain’t on my level, uppin the blicks got several, bet they be tearin through metal, shootin this lemon to clear out the rebals, kome out the kutt get em faced like a bezel