Kola Mac - Bullets Rain On Em lyrics
rate mefeat. Phats Bossi
If getting it is all you do
You must watch your heart, miss
The knickers know all about you
The tables be turning
It’s somebody in your house
That’s why I keep couple cut bad things
I guess it is true that success brings pain
Sucker niggas ain’t involved and all their bitches cold
And all you do is get it, shit, and they just wanna ball
Bout time to make bullets rain on you haters
Rain on you haters, rain on you haters
Time to make bullets rain on you haters
Rain on you haters
I am the topic of conversation, must get it you haters
‘Cause I push so hard, guess in me they see the greatness
They tell me to be patient so I tell ‘em suck a dick
I’mma grind it while you drooling, ya, you motherfucker bitch
It’s the model that I live by, careless how I slip by
Twittle in my thumb ‘cause I’m fighting over crumbs
I got number checks to run, was that your bitch?
They go, they come, but when they get with me they want explicit reruns
I’m from the wicked side, they’re wicked where I’m from
A lot of niggas praying, waiting on my downfall to come
Rap niggas tip and crash tryina get a nigga hung
Rested and niggas mad ‘cause all the pictures I have done
And I can’t trust a soul, I’ve seen them tables turn
The closest nigga to you, he just waiting on his turn
Soon as you turn your back that’s when your ass gets burned
Better play this shit back and memorize these words
If getting it is all you do
You must watch your heart, miss
The knickers know all about you
The tables be turning
It’s somebody in your house
That’s why I keep a couple cut bad things
I guess it is true that success brings pain
Sucker niggas ain’t involved and all their bitches cold
And all you do is get it, shit, and they just wanna ball
Bout time to make bullets rain on you haters
Rain on you haters, rain on you haters
Time to make bullets rain on you haters
Rain on you haters
I’m back, bout to say Jack the Maybach
He just a player, so why do bitches say that?
Probably ‘cause I put dick where they waist at
Right before I nut, I put dick where they face at
So face that, I keep this scrap for the hater back
Tucked in the stash, if they blast, I’mma blaze back
I’d rather hustle than be trapped in a cubicle
Then fuck this song, I’mma show you what the … do
This the game, west side, what we moving through
Mami like fucking with the boss, hoody do
I’mma sack this money till a nigga comfortable
And the flow eats nigga like lunchables
I’m in the trap busting clock ‘cause it’s crush time
Base head stuffed in the streets over one dime
This little life of mine turned to a life of crime
Little nigga turned the hood back in ‘89
If getting it is all you do
You must watch your heart, miss
The knickers know all about you
The tables be turning
It’s somebody in your house
That’s why people couple cut bad things
I guess it is true that success brings pain
Sucker niggas ain’t involved and all their bitches cold
And all you do is get it, shit, and they just wanna ball
Bout time to make bullets rain on you haters
Rain on you haters, rain on you haters
Time to make bullets rain on you haters
Rain on you haters
