Zacari – Rainy Day Lyrics

 

Rainy Day Zacari Lyrics

Rainy Day Lyrics

 

Rainy Day Lyrics by Zacari (feat. Isaiah Rashad & Buddy)

 

.30 on my hip in case of rainy day
.50 in the safe in case of rainy day
All the thirsty bitches on me, keep them games away
Really I just wanna keep the rain away
I feel like Nate Dogg, smokin’ that ganj
No barkin’ from the dogs, today seems kinda odd
Things change, but by any means, I know I’ll find a way
I hide my anger when I pray God keeps the rain away from me

We got west siders, low riders, hydraulics
Front liners, bank robbers, get-away drivers
West siders, low riders, hydraulics
Front liners, bank robbers, get-away drivers

You know my MO was to p-pu-put it down and get it crackin’
And a Top Dawg can’t fuck ’round with no has-been
What’s happenin’?
And the rain turns to flood
Even God would say that’s tragic
Wanna see what’s up my sleeve?
Wouldn’t not wanna be no addict out here
You can’t duck from all that shit, it’s automatic out here
Doin’ damage out here, yeah, yeah
Got my hands in the sky, givin’ hand on the rise
Said it is what it is, let it be what it be
Shine like I never had nothin’
‘Cause I never had nothin’, [?] what it do, man
You can’t duck from all that shit, it’s automatic out here
Doin’ damage out here, yeah

I hide my anger when I pray God keeps the rain away from me

We got west siders, low riders, hydraulics
Front liners, bank robbers, get-away drivers

My blunt look like highlighter, way too high with my lighter
Please do not get me started, got CDG on my body
CPT, we iconic, throw fingers and speak Ebonics
GP, we need more dollars on G-O-D, yeah
Why you feel so entitled to what I got in my wallet?
If you wanna get that profit, first you gotta get shit poppin’
Ski mask and black Impalas, two-hundred-thousand dollars
They’ll never understand it, real niggas run the planet
She came over with no panties, we count up them rubber bands
And I’m causin’ that pussy damage, don’t sleep on me

I put up with the homies, we linkin’ up with shawties
Please don’t shoot up the party
Please don’t shoot up the party tonight, yeah, tonight
‘Cause you keep all that bullshit outside

.30 on my hip in case of rainy day
.50 in the safe in case of rainy day
All the thirsty bitches on me, keep them games away
Really I just wanna keep the rain away
I feel like Nate Dogg, smokin’ that ganj
No barkin’ from the dogs, today seems kinda odd
Things change, but by any means, I know I’ll find a way
I hide my anger when I pray God keeps the rain away from me

Ski mask and black Impalas, two-hundred-thousand dollars
They’ll never understand it, real niggas run the planet