Walking In Rain 3

Wet my clothes, got me going insane (Gang)
All these sticks on me, hard to obtain
Not off rip, brodie shooting off pain
Messed up my aim cause I'm walking in rain (Rain, rain)

(You know what I'm sayin'?)
Walking in rain
You know I'm walking in rain
Walking in rain
Messed up my aim cause they talking on gang (Gang)
(They say Jesus was a Nephew)

Brodie fell off, what a shame
Back out that chop when we shot at his (Brain, brain)
Bugging I ain't been the same
Gon' blitz if you talk on my (Gang, gang)
Walk with that stick, Imma up with that cane (Yuh)
Stay dropping these niggas like rain
Got blood on his mask now it's red just like Kane
Lil' nigga don't play with my (Gang, gang)
Back out, I'm shooting like grlah
You niggas not making it far
Talk really hot you get sent to the stars
Like damn we really send you (Fah, fah, fah)
String of bullets hit you like a guitar (Yuh, gang gang)
I'm not Polish but I'm sipping on wock
Move hear my chains and the wock that's the rocks
You can have it, I won't aim for the top (No way, way)
If brodie want to he gon' aim at your top (That's on gang gang)
Thought I would flop
Didn't know what I should drop (That's on gang)
Thought I would flop
Didn't know what I should drop (Drop)

Wet my clothes, got me going insane (Gang)
All these sticks on me, hard to obtain
Not off rip, brodie shooting off pain
Messed up my aim cause I'm walking in rain (Rain, rain)
Wet my clothes, got me going insane (Gang)
All these sticks on me, hard to obtain
Not off rip, brodie shooting off pain
Messed up my aim cause I'm walking in rain (Rain, rain)



Credits
Writer(s): Amour Gabriel
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