Pop Smoke feat. Rowdy Rebel – Make It Rain Lyrics | Audio

Pop Smoke feat. Rowdy Rebel – Make It Rain Lyrics

Look, I make it rain on whoever
I make it rain, that Woo weather
B**ch, I’m a dog, a blue devil
I got the h*es like Hugh Hefner..②

I can’t f**k with these n**gas
They not a hundred
Trap phone keep jumpin’
Until the fiends don’t want it
Tell Drell keep drummin’
Tell Dread keep dumpin’

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Run, Ricky, he runnin’, run, Ricky, he runnin’, look
Gas in the air, you can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion, Pop Smoke in the Rover
Pop Smoke run ’em over, big wheel in the ocean
Everything icy, three carats in the pointer

Look, ain’t no apology
These n**gas doubted me
I keep a pole tucked
Run up, catch a cold cut
Put his head on his shoulder
Got the guns in the sofa
N**ga, what’s the commotion
Put the guns in a holster
‘Til they smokin’ with the soldiers

Then I’m back in the deep end
Trap, trap all season
Trap open on the weekends
N**gas mad ’cause I’m eatin’
And I’m in the flossy
Where we stay reckless
Twenty-five on the left wrist
Spent twenty-five on the necklace

Have your mama like, woah
There go Pop Smoke
Know the opps can’t stand me
Rolls Royce, no Camry
Or skrrt off in the Panny
Hoodie on, duckin’ cameras
If my opps in the foreign
Then we shootin’ up the Phantom
Know I’m outside, and I keep a pole
And I’m on the roads, 30K a show
Get it in between, get it any means
Amiri for the jeans, let a n**ga run

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I make it rain on whoever
I make it rain, that Woo weather
B**ch, I’m a dog, a blue devil
I got the h*es like Hugh Hefner..②

I can’t f**k with these n**gas
They not a hundred
Trap phone keep jumpin’
Until the fiends don’t want it
Tell Drell keep drummin’
Tell Dread keep dumpin’

Run, Ricky, he runnin’, run, Ricky, he runnin’, look
Gas in the air, you can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion, Pop Smoke in the Rover
Pop Smoke run ’em oνer, big wheel in the ocean
Everything icy, three carats in the pointer

Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from..
Rowdy baby, b**ch

I got the call behind the wall that it’s still lit, then f**k it
I’m already gon’ up it
My n**gas ain’t talkin’, they dumpin’
I treat his face like Busta Rhymes
Why you say that I touch it
Then I threw the grip inside of the toilet
With no remorse and flushed it

Why n**gas still bluffin I still haven’t seen nothin’
My chain hang, don’t tuck it, I touch down, I’m bustin’
Tell the label I need five M’s, if not, I ain’t signing nothin’
‘Cause I’m on a flight with a Russian, getting head, concussion
And n**gas saying that it’s lit, real s**t, it’s nothin’
‘Cause I’m in the Wraith with your b**ch, gettin’ lit, stuntin’
Ball out in any weather, s**t on Rowdy, you could never
Go and grab your umbrella, ’cause we make it rain on whoever
Baow, we make it rain on whoever

Look, I make it rain on whoever
I make it rain, that Woo weather
B**ch, I’m a dog, a blue devil
I got the h*es like Hugh Hefner..②…

➤ Written by Rowdy Rebel, Yamaica & Pop Smoke
Album: Shoot for the Stars, Aim for the Moon
Produced by Yamaica
Pop Smoke | Rowdy Rebel | 2020

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