Johnny215 - Rainy Sunny Lyrics

It's rainy outside
It's not sunny
Gotta get the racks right now
Gotta get money

Niggas be hatin
Even your homie
Bad ass bitch wanna fuck
On Me

I spend all them bands, run it up over again
I can't hang with these niggas at all, they not mans
Might pour up wock cause I got a cough, Imma feel like Kan
Most of these niggas dickeatin, yea they be the fans

I don't know what to do
Can't hang with you
You a opp, you a opp
Run up on me
Boom Boom

Yea I be fuckin that bitch in the room
All of my niggas, you know that they goons
.40s gon pop niggas like balloons
.40s gon clear the whole fuckin room

Yea I got my nina
Yea that's my lil baby
She goin crazy
And she better than .380s

She said, "Johnny, do you want me?"
I said, "I don't know, maybe"
They said, "Can you fuckin slide?"
I said, "I don't know, I'm lazy"

Yea Ohh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yeaaaa Ohhhh

I count that dough, that shit in my hand
Fuckin that bitch, she was a fan
Fuckin that bitch, pass to my friend
Fuck that shit, free Swerv out the can

I'm on my grind, that's the reason they mad
Walk in the store and I'm poppin the tag
I'm too busy chasin motherfuckin bags
I fucked on your bitch cause she sat on my lap

Yea ohh, I don't give a fuck
I just wanna get them bucks
I'm tryna pull up, Bentley truck
Get them racks, it's a must

Fuck ya hoe (Fuck ya hoe)
Fuck ya mom (Fuck ya mom)
Fuck ya hoe (Fuck ya hoe)
Fuck ya mom (Fuck ya mom)
Fuck ya hoe (Fuck ya thot)
Fuck ya mom (Fuck ya thot)
Fuck ya hoe (Fuck ya thot)
Fuck ya mom (Fuck ya mom)