RAINWATER (DRIP DROP) (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Yeah

And we're in the fucking Benz

How the fuck you looking at me when you see me there?

Now I'm talking about my music you don't even care

I'm going to make money without them

Moving up a couple levels now I'm upstairs

Ay

Making money without them

Making money with you since you never cared-

Why are you talking shit I thought we liked each other

I used to be wearing duffel bags in the summer

I was wearing a duffel bag right in the fucking cover

This whip ain't rented why you go and ask my mother

Spent time at the west in the summer

You know I'm in the come up

Saw you laughing at me please don't cause no drama

Made this beat last year now this is a slapper

Rain water

Drip Drop

16 they thought I was 20 tops

The other day I went for that criss-cross

Now people wanna see me getting cropped

LV

Gift bag

Ted Baker with the fucking lavender

These kids think I'm broke I don't wear Slazenger

CEO of a record label ain't no manager

Iced Up London that's an IceBox

I had to shop at boohooMAN to go and cop

The palm angels look on that fleece top

Catfishing me like please stop

Scoring all these nets like 10-0

Greeting all these drums like Hi-Tom

Acting like you're London like where you from?

Where you from?

Where you from?

Acting like you're London like where you from?

I'm the same kid you're running from

Drinking Lucozade from the corner shop

They said I take L's I've never flopped

I used to wear red like I'm Donald Trump

Covid-19 I ain't catching nothin'

I'll be famous in two thousand and twenty something

They already sold out like where they gone?

Where they go?

Where they go?

Where they go?

Space ship, Model X, space wagon

In the whip

In the whip

On my own

Talking shit

Talking shit now you choke

Rain water

Drip Drop

16 they thought I was 20 tops

The other day I went for that criss-cross

Now people wanna see me getting cropped

LV

Gift bag

Ted Baker with the fucking lavender

These kids think I'm broke I don't wear Slazenger

CEO of a record label ain't no manager

I got a hundred problems on my head

On my head

On the mill

On the mill

On the tread

On the tread

Said what I what I mean what I said what I said

Some of you wimpy like you're Greg like you're Greg

Like your name is Greg