Let It Rain - Tela

Eleven-thirty on the dot, time to hit the spot

Damn that shit be hot, my nigga be what chu' got

On a sack of bud, these bitches gotta dub

But they ain’t got no love, young nigga so what

Let’s hook with these bitches, start to smoke up all of they Swisher’s

Get up inside they britches, start to get up off they riches

You know I’m down man, stop off and get some gas

Knowin' Pam’s shakin' in part from the last

Stereo I be catchin' from words I be flexin'

I got a Smith-N-Wesson for those who want a lesson

No time for no students, I be down for some shootings

I be lookin' for the fluids for me and my crew kit

Park up on that hill, ten minutes away from Beale

Sittin' try to chill to get to know this ho that kill

Her pussy all hot, yet tend to be on ya block

Them haters be tryin' to stop but I gets hella props

That pimpness from Memphis, them niggas be tryin' to get this

Shoot em' up off they block but they got flipped just like a gymnast

So watch when I swings and my swangs

These niggas do not no my name, these niggas do not know a thang

Let it rain, let it rain

(Let it rain) Let it rain on those who cannot hold ya back

Or men in chains, I was achin' cowards out the crack

(Let it rain) Let it rain on those no that name I should not mention

When things got kind of heated got they ass up out the kitchen

(Let it rain)

Roll up on the shit, niggas wanna pick

Me against a big, what the fuck is this

You a fuckin' donor, I be smokin' the marijuana

Tela hit that corner, you know’s that I a goner

Outtie five-thousand and these hoes that I be housin'

Fuckin' thugs about a dozen, doin' sacks by the thousand

Mad as she be on, them niggas be got be gone

Fuck em' with the clip, I just beat em' to the strip

Go and get that check, red Chev and the Lex

I’m eatin' like a biscuit, exorcist be twistin' necks

Let’s get that shit over, I call the Suave soldiers

Rollin' up like boulders, caff in caffeine just like Folgers

Had to get em' back, sowed em' up just like that

Niggas must be crap, comin' in and out like that

Wax up on that bitch, stomp you feet now even bitch

Breezy just like Weezy, movin' up like Jefferson’s

The southern type of weather and niggas don’t stick together

Had jewels and S-K blew ya crew, let it rain

No time for me to stop, pass me the Glock

Got my homie Ball on the call, lick him jocks

Jocks is lickin' in, still I’m down with Hen

Got em' doin' ten push ups bitch kick the skins

Time is obsolete, doin' bout at least

90 miles an hour through the streets, niggas greased

Rub me, tired munch, stay warm from the clutch

Got the heaters in the trunk, cause there be cold fronts

Exhaust and bitches, a forcast edition

Hurricanes on my terrains, a death of my condition

A changin' of the climates brings some niggas blindness

Glad to see you smilin', no congestion in my sinus

Should I just eat the cakes, hoes turn tricks

Men take yo dough, Suave deal with big ol' hits