Video Make It Rain de Pop Smoke 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Pop Smoke - Make It Rain Lyrics

Look, I make it rain on whoever
I make it rain that woo weather
Bitch ima 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 ima dog a blue devil
I got the hoes like hugh hefner
I can’t fuck with these niggas, they not a hunnid
Trap phone keep jumpin’
Until the fiends don’t want it
Tell dread keep drummin’
Tell dread keep dumpin’
Run ricky he running
Run ricky he running
Look
Gas in the air
You can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion
Pop smoke in the rover
Pop smoke run them over
Big wheel in the ocean
Everything icy
Three carats and a pointer
Rose gold
Look
Ain’t 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 what’s the commotion
Put the guns in a holster
Till they smokin’ with the soldiers
And I’m back in the deep end
Trap trap all season
Trap open on the weekends
Niggas made 'cuz 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 ya momma like woah
There go pop smoke
Know the opps can’t stand me
Rolls-royce no camry
Or skirt off in a panny
Hoodie on, ducking cameras
If my opps in the foreign
Then we shooting 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 nigga run
I make it rain on whoever
I make it rain that woo weather
Bitch ima 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 ima dog a blue devil
I got the hoes like hugh hefner
I can’t fuck with these niggas, they not a hunnid
Trap phone keep jumpin’
Until the fiends don’t want it
Tell dread keep drummin’
Tell dread keep dumpin’
Run ricky he running
Run ricky he running
Look
Gas in the air
You can smell the aroma
Bet I change up the motion
Pop smoke in the rover
Pop smoke run them over
Big wheel in the ocean
Everything icy
Three carats and a pointer
Rose gold
Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from rowdy baybay bitch
I got the call behind the wall that it’s still lit then fuck it
I’m already going up and
My niggas ain’t shook 'cause they dumping
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 haven’t seen nothin’
My chain hang, don’t tuck it
I touch down I’m bussin
Tell the label I need 5ms, if not I ain’t signing nothing
'Cause I’m on a flight with a russian, getting head concussion
And niggas saying that it’s lit
Real shit, it’s nothing
'Cause I’m 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
Gltttttt
Gltttttt
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Look, I make it rain on whoever
I make it rain that woo weather
Bitch ima 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 ima dog a blue devil
I got the hoes like hugh hefner