Kola Mac - Bullets Rain On Em lyrics
feat. Phats Bossi If getting it is all you do You must watch your heart, miss The knickers know all about you The tables be turning It's somebody in your house That's why I keep couple cut bad things I guess it is true that success brings pain s**er n***as ain't involved and all their b**hes cold And all you do is get it, sh**, and they just wanna ball Bout time to make bullets rain on you haters Rain on you haters, rain on you haters Time to make bullets rain on you haters Rain on you haters I am the topic of conversation, must get it you haters 'Cause I push so hard, guess in me they see the greatness sponsored links They tell me to be patient so I tell 'em s** a dick I'mma grind it while you drooling, ya, you motherf**er b**h It's the model that I live by, careless how I slip by Twittle in my thumb 'cause I'm fighting over crumbs I got number checks to run, was that your b**h? They go, they come, but when they get with me they want explicit reruns I'm from the wicked side, they're wicked where I'm from A lot of n***as praying, waiting on my downfall to come Rap n***as tip and crash tryina get a n***a hung Rested and n***as mad 'cause all the pictures I have done And I can't trust a soul, I've seen them tables turn The closest n***a to you, he just waiting on his turn Soon as you turn your back that's when your a** gets burned Better play this sh** back and memorize these words If getting it is all you do You must watch your heart, miss The knickers know all about you The tables be turning It's somebody in your house That's why I keep a couple cut bad things I guess it is true that success brings pain s**er n***as ain't involved and all their b**hes cold And all you do is get it, sh**, and they just wanna ball Bout time to make bullets rain on you haters Rain on you haters, rain on you haters Time to make bullets rain on you haters Rain on you haters I'm back, bout to say Jack the Maybach He just a player, so why do b**hes say that? Probably 'cause I put dick where they waist at Right before I nut, I put dick where they face at So face that, I keep this scrap for the hater back Tucked in the stash, if they blast, I'mma blaze back I'd rather hustle than be trapped in a cubicle Then f** this song, I'mma show you what the ' do This the game, west side, what we moving through Mami like f**ing with the boss, hoody do I'mma sack this money till a n***a comfortable And the flow eats n***a like lunchables I'm in the trap busting clock 'cause it's crush time Base head stuffed in the streets over one dime This little life of mine turned to a life of crime Little n***a turned the hood back in '89 If getting it is all you do You must watch your heart, miss The knickers know all about you The tables be turning It's somebody in your house That's why people couple cut bad things I guess it is true that success brings pain s**er n***as ain't involved and all their b**hes cold And all you do is get it, sh**, and they just wanna ball Bout time to make bullets rain on you haters Rain on you haters, rain on you haters Time to make bullets rain on you haters Rain on you haters