[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
(Roc-Roc that shit out, Hari)

[Chorus]
It was just a rainy day
Hopped inside that Hog, I had to pick up Lil Jay
He like, "Twin, I can't even lie, today, I'm tryna go First 48"
Go fully PAP, n***a better not, leave his head inside his lap (Woo)
Better not drill with phones, I ain't even gon' lie, you better off with a map (Bah, bah, bah)
Man Man, that's my youngin, might as well call lil' bruh Baby Hat
Phewski, that's my spine, why you say that? 'Cause he like to work the back (Fah)
Jay Man, that's my fuckin' quarterback, spazz, drop a paper tag
PCF 4E, Kenny Spin, Mr. Hat, we all on that (Gang)

[Verse 1]
I can't lie, all my lil' n***as be shootin' up shit, you spin and you might just crash (Woo, woo)
Tried to hit a whip up, clapped the baby before he reversed the mag (Uh)
You better not think I'm lackin', I might go big old pants, Drac' Louis bag (Drac', Drac')
I heard bro tryna get off on me, shit, you better tell him this switchy fast (Oh)
Frrr, haha, yeah
Exercise his whip, he pull up wrong, lil' Phew gon' take his soul (Take his soul)
Pop my shit for life, so therefore I'm gon' be rich 'til I'm old (Come on)
N***a broke and spoke down on my folks, oh, y'all, that n***a bold
Gangster rat, this n***a told, leave him alone
You was just my bro, I can't believe you pulled that stunt, these n***as cold
N***a talkin' 'bout he did what? Lil' bruh, just keep it on your phone (On God)
I got a chip on top my shoulder, they just added a new stone (Bitch-ass n***a)
[Chorus]
It was just a rainy day
Hopped inside that Hog, I had to pick up Lil Jay
He like, "Twin, I can't even lie, today, I'm tryna go First 48" (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Go fully PAP, n***a better not, leave his head inside his lap (Where he at?)
Better not drill with phones, I ain't even gon' lie, you better off with a map (Gang)
Man Man, that's my youngin, might as well call lil' bruh Baby Hat
Phewski, that's my spine, why you say that? 'Cause he like to work the back (Clap)
Jay Man, that's my fuckin' quarterback, spazz, drop a paper tag (Gang, gang)
PCF 4E, Kenny Spin, Mr. Hat, we all on that (We all on that)

[Verse 2]
You stuck in the hood worryin' 'bout n***as, tryna prove a point
I'm tryna show the bros it's more to life who still stuck in the joint
Young fly n***a livin', I see stars when I look up (Uh-huh)
Just Maybachin', givin' juice, you want some, come pour up a cup (Uh-huh)
Ran it up, it wasn't all luck, T got the rap game in a buck (I did)
D's on or get peed on, ho 'cause this young n***a dropped his nuts (I did)
No toleration for broke bitches or no n***as who ain't us (Fuck)
Told HariRoc he got the rock, go'n take the shot, we in the clutch (On gang)
New geek shit ain't got no clutch (Yeah)
I be shiftin' with my index, back up, beep just like a bus (Skrrt, skrrt)
Whip got gears, I'm livin' plush (Gang)
Shit gettin' real, n***as in they feels 'cause they can't come get rich with us
Bitch, my mouthpiece gettin' too sick, think TKey need some Robitussin
[Chorus]
It was just a rainy day
Hopped inside that Hog, I had to pick up Lil Jay
He like, "Twin, I can't even lie, today, I'm tryna go First 48" (Uh-huh)
Go fully PAP, n***a better not, leave his head inside his lap
Better not drill with phones, I ain't even gon' lie, you better off with a map (Uh-huh)
Man Man, that's my youngin, might as well call lil' bruh Baby Hat (Bah, bah)
Phewski, that's my spine, why you say that? 'Cause he like to work the back
Jay Man, that's my fuckin' quarterback, spazz, drop a paper tag (Yeah)
PCF 4E, Kenny Spin, Mr. Hat, we all on that (We all on that)