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Trap Dickey - Blue Devils Remix Lyrics

(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)