[Intro: Fousheé]

I always get caught in the rain

You said you love me that you will never change

M4

I always get caught in the rain

You said you love me that you will never change

Elevate, this mix sounds mad

[Chorus]

Bark this spliff when they pour Henny

Man get lit when they get hit

Do hits and still make hits

I done hit the charts with the hook 'bout sticks

Stuff eight in the blick, sixteen in the glizz

Like a thirty-two bar, gang's lettin' it spit

Let the SK sting or my ZK ching

The industry gon' let the real killers in (Baow)

[Verse 1]

Sun down, jump in a ride, jump out, guns out

Freeze up, gonna get gunned down (Baow)

Just watch how the bulldog bark and the teeth gon' bite man's head, AG bloodhound (Gang)

If you want woof, bark back, dog down

Just watch how my shank plunge in, plunge out

Tryna shut lungs down, leave a man rubbed out

Jail's coming like subs, one's in, one's out (Aw man)

Can't go Mum's house, Trident's on me (On me)

Get grabbed, nothin', but silence from me (On me)

And para', them sirens from me (On)

They wanna pin all the violence on me (Ah)

Get caught, it's a sticky predicament

ZK tear though skin, flesh, ligaments (Ching, ching)

Opps keep touching civilians, we're not equivalent

Free AR 'cah he's innocent (Yeah, free him fuckin' up)

[Chorus]

Bark this spliff when they pour Henny

Man get lit when they get hit

Do hits and still make hits

I done hit the charts with the hook 'bout sticks

Stuff eight in the blick, sixteen in the glizz

Like a thirty-two bar, gang's lettin' it spit

Let the SK sting or my ZK ching

The industry gon' let the real killers in

Bark this spliff when they pour Henny

Man get lit when they get hit

Do hits and still make hits

I done hit the charts with the hook 'bout sticks

Stuff eight in the blick, sixteen in the glizz

Like a thirty-two bar, gang's lettin' it spit

Let the SK sting or my ZK ching

The industry gon' let the real killers in

[Post-Chorus]

Wo-wo-wo-woke up, got a call from bro like, "Yo, you know what it is? Let's go, let's go"

Got rid of my phone, you know how it goes

Cellsite givin' life in a cell, free bro

Sell white for a skeng then dish free smoke, free Smoke, free Smokeyy

Hammer on bro then I must be Loki

Feed man every inch of this pokey

Me Broadday, that's Ks like Ku Klux, kill a jareer for the Klan

Me, SY like Boondocks

I'm a madman, but he a madman with a plan

It ain't just a gang, it's only the fam

If your heart ain't in then you just can't hang

Ayy, Wavey, left then right, decamp

I know the opp block like the back of my hand

[Verse 2]

I'm the Voice like Durk, I'm captivatin'

Jump out, I'm activated

Be glad you made it, coulda' got decapitated

I love this drill shit, I'm infatuated

Flip my kill switch, get sent to Satan

Don't really feel shit, streets raised a soldier

I'm your older's older

Aim above the shoulder

We some shotta shooters, we some Rock n' Rollers

She a baddie, badders, got the biggest back

When she throw it back, I need to find my balance

Need to keep a balance, man of many talents

Father and a savage, better mind your manners

In the North, we gunners, bro in E for hammers

Only trust Allah 'cah he the best of planners

Nigga, you ain't Tony, wannabe Montana

Heard that nigga sing and, bitch, you more like Hannah

[Chorus]

Bark this spliff when they pour Henny

Man get lit when they get hit

Do hits and still make hits

I done hit the charts with the hook 'bout sticks

Stuff eight in the blick, sixteen in the glizz

Like a thirty-two bar, gang's lettin' it spit

Let the SK sting or my ZK ching

The industry gon' let the real killers in

Bark this spliff when they pour Henny

Man get lit when they get hit

Do hits and still make hits

I done hit the charts with the hook 'bout sticks

Stuff eight in the blick, sixteen in the glizz

Like a thirty-two bar, gang's lettin' it spit

Let the SK sting or my ZK ching

The industry gon' let the real killers in

[Outro: Sus & Fousheé]

Bark this spliff when they pour Henny

Man get lit when they get hit

Do hits and still make hits

I done hit the charts with the hook 'bout sticks

Stuff eight in the blick, sixteen in the glizz

Like a thirty-two bar, gang's lettin' it spit

Let the SK sting or my ZK ching

The industry gon' let the real killers in

I always get caught in the rain

You said you love me that you will never change

I always get caught in the rain

You said you love me that you will never change