M4 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 8 in the blick, 16 in the glizz Like a 32 bar, gang's letting it spit Let the SK sting or my ZK ching The industry gon' let the real killers in Sun down, jump in a ride, jump out, guns out Freeze up, gonna get gunned down Just watch how the bulldog bark And the teeth gon' bite man's head, AG bloodhound 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 Can't go mum's house, Trident's on me Get grammed out and buck silence from me And para', them sirens from me They wanna pin all the violence on me Get caught, it's a sticky predicament ZK tear though skin, flesh, ligaments Opps keep touching civilians We're not equivalent Free AR 'cah he's innocent 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 8 in the blick, 16 in the glizz Like a 32 bar, gang's letting 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 8 in the blick, 16 in the glizz Like a 32 bar, gang's letting it spit Let the SK sting or my ZK ching The industry gon' let the real killers in 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 SoulSight giving life in a cell, free bro Sell white for a skeng, then dish free smoke 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 Ain't just a gang, it's only the fam If your heart ain't in, then you just can't hang Ay Wavey, left then right, decamp I know the opp block like the back of my hand 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 killswitch 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 Especially for a 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, wanna-be 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 8 in the blick, 16 in the glizz Like a 32 bar, gang's letting 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 8 in the blick, 16 in the glizz Like a 32 bar, gang's letting 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 8 in the blick, 16 in the glizz Like a 32 bar, gang's letting it spit Let the SK sting or my ZK ching The industry gon' let the real killers in)
Sign Up Caught Inda Rain Sus Lyrics About Tracklist Comments 149.1K37 6 Caught Inda Rain Lyrics [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) LaRussell 'Charcuteries' (Live Performance) | Open Mic  LaRussell 'Charcuteries' (Live Performance) | Open Mic [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 SoulSight 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
Ayy bro done fucked up dis beat no cap Get 1 in your back Get dropped like tapz Tents on da block we patrol dem camp Den we pop out da dark and I’m dressed in black K bugged out we had take off his hat
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