[Intro: Young Dolph]
BandPlay
Damn, it's rainin' outside
I wanted to jump in my drop-top today
Rain, rain, go away
Please come back another day (Let the band play)
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Rain, rain, go away (Go away, go away)
I'm Gabbana to the floor today
Pocket full of rizzacks, 'bout to go and get some more today
When you doin' big sh*t, lil' ni**a, they supposed to hate
When you doin' big sh*t, lil' ni**a, they supposed to hate
When you— When you doin' big sh*t, lil' ni**a, they supposed to hate
When you doin' big sh*t, lil' ni**a, they supposed to hate
When— When you doin' big sh*t, lil' ni**a, they supposed to hate (‘Posed to hate, ‘posed to hate, damn)
[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Big bullsh*t only, I got a plate with a whole lot on it
I'm havin' my way, right now, at the moment
She got a ass, you can sit a glass on it
My time cost money, got a price tag on it (You know that)
We boys in the hood, but I kill a ni**a 'bout my sister like Tony (Montana)
Smokin' orange tree, drinkin' the dirty orange Fanta (Raw)
Too legit to motherfu*kin' quit like MC Hammer (It's Dolph)
I asked her what's that thing right there, Nelly, Country Grammar (Dolph)
Please, God free all of the real ones out the slammer (For real though)
Trapper not a scammer (No), yellow b*tch, banana (Uh)
She went to college in Atlanta but she from Savannah (Yeah)
She gon' show out every time when I pull out the camera (Yeah)
In the strip club my diamonds twerkin' harder than the dancers (Dance)
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Rain, rain, go away (Go away, go away)
Balenciaga to the floor today
Pocket full of stizzacks, 'bout to go and and spend some dough today
When you doin' big sh*t, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you doin' big sh*t, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you— When you doin' big sh*t, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you doin' big sh*t, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When— When you doin' big sh*t, hell yeah, they supposed to hate (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Cartier on my wrist, Cartiers on my face
I can smell you pussy ni**as, I can see the fu*kin' hate
I be drivin' foreign whips (Skrrt), I be drivin' b*tches crazy
I be gettin' a lotta cheese and I get a lotta cake (Yeah)
Ten toes down, still to this day (This day)
Lil' ni**a right there don't play
Got a whole lotta shooters around my way (My way, buck, buck)
Yeah, them ni**as don't play
I'm a walkin' ticket, I break the bank
The sh*t I do is the sh*t you can't
Yeah, baby, I'm the sh*t, but I do not stank
I'm all out West with a stick, no shank
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm all out West with a stick, no shank
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My b*tch got a Glock in her purse, not mace
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My b*tch got a Glock in her purse, not mace
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got one on my hip and I'll put it in your face
Bullets rainin', opps like
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
Rain, rain, go away (Go away, go away)
I'm Chrome Hearts to the floor today
Pocket full of rizzacks, ain't no tellin' what we on today
When you doin' big sh*t, all that little sh*t just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you doin' big sh*t, all that little sh*t just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you— When you doin' big sh*t, all that little sh*t just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you doin' big sh*t, all that little sh*t just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you— When you doin' big sh*t, all that little sh*t just in the way (Yeah, yeah, yeah)