Raining - Lil Candy Paint & Bhad Bhabie

(ZvanZ) She havin' deep thought, and I can see it Everything that I say, know I mean it Said, "I love you," just believe it I hate it when we argue for no reason Pourin' up that cup, I think I'm drinkin' I'm pourin' up for nothin', think I'm fiendin' She goin' off for nothin', think I'm cheatin' I can't blame lil' baby, I'm a demon We out, I order Sprite and put codeine in it But she don't like that shit when I be ignorant I'm pourin' up the pint what you had spent on rent If she don't like her ass, then we fixin' it Hop in X six twin-turbo, big as shit My bitch bad and she boujee and she Snicker thick Nigga tryna pluck twenty-two, we split his wig You could try to try my bitch, but you ain't gettin' shit You niggas desperate for my ho I keep checkin' on my ho I ain't never stressin' on my ho I count these backends with my ho You be actin' for your ho You'll get slapped in front of your ho I can't believe these jokes Nigga dapped me up sayin', "Bro" Then tried to talk to my ho But we ain't stressin' anything It's still purple everything It's still purple everything Blowing up his phone, I know I'm trippin' for no reason He gon' call it crazy, but I say I call it fiendin' He don't want no other hoes 'cause that lil' shit too easy Know I talk a lot of shit, but he know I don't mean it My big bro say I'm trippin', but I got a hundred reasons A hundred fuckin' reasons, I'm never ever leavin' Nope, I ain't leavin' Even if we ain't speakin' And if we ain't speakin', you know I'ma be tweakin' Need a real bitch, I ain't nothin' like these groupie hoes Nothin' like these bitches sittin' front row at your fuckin' shows He need him a real one, somethin' to make him feel some' I know I ain't tripping man, about you I might kill some' Huh, yeah kill some, fuck it, yeah, drill some' Make one call, he still come 'cause I make him feel some' Yeah, feel some' (feel some') This lil' somethin' different, swear to God it make him feel numb

SMOKESCREEN It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it They wanna flex for the clout (Yuh) Same one that's counting me out (Yuh) You bitches just running yo' mouth But that ain't what I'm about (Yah) I'm running up commas in place Still stomp a bitch out in my J's They took me out of the streets But I'm still stuck in my ways Why would I care what you thots would say? You hoes look like somebody smashed your face So see my face, I ain't got no cake They showing fake, let them mask the hate Still stuck on me like some masking tape I'm fresh to death like I passed away Can't stop my hustle, don't have no brakes I'm already winning, don't have to race Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me (You hoe) I've been with this shit, you a newbie Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks, I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (I got it, hoe) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it When I get on the road, I need bigger pay (Yuh) I smell the money from miles away (Yuh) I don't own wallets, don't need a safe They know me by first name at BOA (Yuh) I jump on this beat and it's DOA Out of my struggle, I found a way Lost a few homies along the way But I never needed them anyways I done lost count of my enemies Sick and they can't find a remedy Bitches be fake as they remy weave I know they ploting on ending me Dodging the shit they've been sending me (Sending me?) Guap is the only thing sent to me Ten-thousand is really a cent to me Lil Baby keep ironin' she into me But I ain't really feeling her energy Talk tough, but won't do shit I picked up like "Who this?" They talk down, but so what I'm bossed up, I'm so lit I ain't got friends, I got groupies Around me for clout, you don't fool me I've been with this shit, you a newbie (Weird ass hoe) Out with the old, it's a new me It's really no flex, I got it (I got it) Six figure checks I got it (I got it) These hoes act so psychotic Like they don't know I got it (Whats wrong with you?) 50K cash, I got it (I got it) Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch) The game on smash, I got it My hoes won't last, I got it Got It (Got it, bitch) Got It (Bitch) I got it Got it (Yuh) Got it I got it (Bitch) We gon' smash your party

P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (Count up them racks) Run up a sack (Run up a sack) Follow the drip, and then we'll talk Pull up in the Lyft, and empty the clip Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad) Young and bad, young and rich Banana clips on the stick Pull up and pop at your bitch (Pop at your bitch) Been in this shit for a minute (for a minute) I shoot the clip like a lemon (like a lemon) I treat these bitches like bitches Ready for war, we gon' air this bitch out in a minute Iced out, bitch try to ride my wave, get wiped out (Wiped out, hoe!) Pi-pipe down, come through, shut it down right now (Right now, bitch) Whole lotta bad bitches Fashion Nova bad bitches (Fuck 'em) What you gon' do to them hoes? Same thing we did to them last bitches Pu-pu-pull off the lot (Pull off the lot) I drop the top (I drop the top) Pop at an opp Fuck it, I'll pop at a cop (Bitch!) Bitch don't want these problems Cold case, nobody solved it, no way Keep the revolver, beggin' bitch, I'm ballin' I'm at the top, I don't plan on fallin' P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (Count up them racks) Run up a sack (Run up a sack) Follow the drip, and then we'll talk Pull up in the Lyft, and empty the clip Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad) City girls got these hoes shook like a soda (Explode) Now I drive a Porsche, bitch, you drive a Toyota (Yeah) Used to have to make the money stretch like yoga (Facts) I told y'all hoes once I get rich, it's over B-B-Bad bitch, come get your nigga and your wig snatched He cut the cheque already, come and get your gig back I-I'll slap yo' ass, I swear to God, won't get your lick back I'm in the whip, faster than a ride at Six Flags (Period) Y-Young and bad We can't talk unless that cheque cut (Nah) Just signed a deal under a year, gotta respect us Pur-Purse YSL, shoes Chanel, bitch, I'm living well (Facts) It's a blessing that we made it, 'cause we been through hell D-Don't need your section because we got our own shit, bitch (Bitch) Don't buy me drinks 'cause we got our own lick, bitch (Bitch) We feel like flexing tonight, we 'bout go crazy (Crazy) It's Yung Miami and J.T. fuckin' with Bhad Bhabie Period P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (Count up them racks) Run up a sack (Run up a sack) Follow the drip, and then we'll talk Pull up in the Lyft, and empty the clip Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (All my bitches young and bad)

M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Apeshit, new shit, spaceship, coupe shit Came with two whips, deja vu shit Still got a lot of them bands (Bands) Still got a lot of them mad Old bread, new drip, fake hoes, new tits They called, who this? Stank lips sink ships Still got a lot of them bands (Bands, bitch) Still got a lot of them mad (Mad, bitch) Yeah, you can drop it but it ain't gon' sell (Sell) My shit hittin' like the NFL (Ho) Tinted 9-11 so I don't see 12 (Nope) Stay with the K so I don't take L's (Bitch) M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Young bitch, rich bitch, rude bitch, new bitch AK, two clips, same gang, who switched? Still got a lot of them bands (Bands, bitch) Still got a lot of them mad (Mad, ho) You a dub, bitch, dumb bitch, old bitch, ho bitch No bitch, broke bitch, stay back, no flicks (No flicks) Just got a crib for the fam (Bitch) Still tell the jet when to land (Land, bitch) Still choke a bitch like MMA Sellin' out arenas like the NBA (Bitch) Can't tell me shit like an NDA Tell the Forbes List that I'm on my way (On my way) M's in the bank, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Stones on the chain, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Hoes tryna hate, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem) Cribs by the lake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Friends actin' fake, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lies on my name, got a (Lot of, lot of 'dem) Lot of, lot of 'dem, lot of, lot of 'dem)