(I can't stand the rain, against my window) Okay, let me get 'em Baby ain't sparin' shit, everybody gotta' get it Every muh'fuckin' car a nigga ridin' in is tinted They ain't heard nothin' from the Carolinas in a minute Nasty, get on it and ride it till she's finished I'll give them niggas ten, twenty thousand, make 'em spend it Or pull the pistol out, make you holler if you hear me Two pretty bitches lookin' out the window, sayin'— There go Trap, he always talkin' bout two letters Crosstreks, he say he ridin' on whoever Tar heels, Carolina Blue Devils We make it rain, blue hunnids, new weather I can't stand no nigga who talk that shit like he gon' shoot better Pull out and up it on whoever Fuckin' his hoe, she say I get yo' boo wetter I'm wit' this bitch and she 5'7" I got a Five-seveN I up this bitch, send some shots at him I let that fire go for real Come pour some water on me, make me chill Why you keep lookin' like that? What's the deal? You ain't give that pussy up, hoe, be for real Ain't one of them lil' niggas you gotta' lie to That can't make you nut back-to-back the way I do Listen, I ain't into gettin' out, gettin' in my feelin's Told you not to play wit' my pimpin' Baby ain't doin' no motherfuckin' kissin' Cut off every bitch who don't listen, hoe Start to think that my whip need a bathroom, pull up on them niggas and I shitted Brought the Phantom out, did it for the Carolinas, five seats, I'm the only nigga in it They don't know if I bought it or a nigga went to rent it She pull up and she swallow all my kids, I can't forget it Even when a nigga in and out of town, get in my feelin's It be bitches over here, but somethin' 'bout 'em, it be missin' Cold lil' nigga in the summer, need a coat Cold lil' bitch, she come and hug me wit' her throat Poor-ass nigga somewhere askin' for a [?] She come and bust it open for DaBaby, I'm the GOAT, believe that There go Trap, now bring that shit back like a re-run I told you I was the shit since a B-gun Hondas, matter fact, driveby's, Nissan My pockets big like Big Pun I got a plug outta' [?], he get it to me no matter the season We servin' bags, makin' plays, and if you pull up, you can get you a cheap one Shades on like I'm Johnny Cage Four-five like I'm Michael J Attitude like I'm Dr. Dre He not a killa, he kill by mistake We get it on like I'm Marvin Gaye We catch a body, then we celebrate Wish he would try me, that's another case We takin' shots, no chase Checkin' on me like it's Instagram My nigga poppin' them Percs and don't care 'bout the milligram I seen my cousin' lose trial, he left the court wit' a smile like he don't even give a damn Shooters wit' me like I'm Cunningham Just took my Auntie another gram, know I ain't one of them Before the buzz, nigga, I been through the mud, and ain't talkin' 'bout Monster Jam Work so hard, no days off I'm in the streets for real, used to trap at the Days Inn I know this shit gon' pay off Boss like Rick Ross, I used to trip off a net ten Brand new Glock, best friend I'm shootin' shit for real, this shit cave ya' chest in Kyrie Irving, left hand They sayin' (I can't stand the rain, against my window) (I can't stand the rain, against my window) (I can't stand the rain)