text: Dread Woo, nigga, the fuck, nigga?
  Fuck is wrong with niggas?
  Niggas dont really be on shit 
  Niggas really be fuckin broke, nigga
  09 to the fuckin Swish, nigga
  We see niggas in traffic, nigga
  Then Ricky run, nigga, yeah
  Suck my dick, nigga
  To all the fuckin opps 
  You know whats up, nigga, gang 
  , look
  I make it rain on whoever 
  I make it rain, that Woo weather 
  Bitch, Im a dog, a blue devil
  I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner 
  I make it rain on whoever 
  I make it rain, that Woo weather 
  Bitch, Im a dog, a blue devil
  I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner 
  I cant fuck with these niggas, they not a hundred 
  Trap phone keep jumpin 
  Until the fiends dont 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 over, big wheel in the ocean 
  Everything icy , three carats and a pointer
  Look, aint no apology
  These niggas 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 
  Nigga, whats the commotion? 
  Put the guns in a holster 
  Til they smokin with the soldiers 
  Then Im back in the deep end 
  Trap, trap all season 
  Trap open on the weekends 
  Niggas mad cause Im eatin 
  And Im 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 cant 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 Im outside , and I keep a pole 
  And Im on the roads , 30K a show 
  Get it in between , get it any means 
  Amiri for the jeans , let a nigga run 
  I make it rain on whoever 
  I make it rain, that Woo weather 
  Bitch, Im a dog, a blue devil
  I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner 
  I make it rain on whoever 
  I make it rain, that Woo weather 
  Bitch, Im a dog, a blue devil
  I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner 
  I cant fuck with these niggas, they not a hundred 
  Trap phone keep jumpin 
  Until the fiends dont 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 over, big wheel in the ocean
  Everything icy, three carats in the pointer 
  Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from Rowdy baby, bitch 
  I got the call behind the wall that its still lit, then fuck it
  I told Fetty go and up it
  My niggas aint 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 niggas still bluffin? I still havent seen nothin 
  My chain hang, dont tuck it, I touch down, Im bustin
  Tell the label I need five Ms, if not, I aint signing nothin
  Cause Im on a flight with a Russian, getting head, concussion
  And niggas saying that its lit, real shit, its nothin
  Cause Im in the Wraith with your bitch, gettin lit, stuntin
  Pole out in any weather, shit 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 
  Bitch, Im a dog, a blue devil
  I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner 
  I make it rain on whoever 
  I make it rain, that Woo weather 
  Bitch, Im a dog, a blue devil
  I got the hoes like Hugh Hefner