RAIN DASH BUCKET!

[Intro: Ham Sandwich]
Ay, yuh, ay, ay, yuh, ay, ay, yuh, ay, yuh

[Verse 1: Ham Sandwich]
Fuck it, ay, Rain Dash Bucket
Came up from nothing, I came up from rubbish
Duck in the smoke, but I ain't for your stomach
Fucking your bitch, and she know that she love it
Eat it for breakfast, egg micmuffin
You say you fly, but you look like a puffin
Bad Wolf - how I'm Huffing and Puffing
Backwoods - how I'm roll it and puff it
Eating rappers like they chicken mcnuggets
You want a verse, but I ain't in your budget
Hand on her pussy, she looks like a puppet
Yes, the whole thing
Five fingers - five rings
Quintuplets, five kings
I'm in high demands
I don't got the money for the child support
Yeah, I'm getting money, but it isn't for that
Yesterday I fell asleep on a doormat
That's what my hard drive I format
Homеwork folder where thе porn at
He want beef, pull up like door dash
Voltron goons pull up and form that
Black man wonder where a form is

[Interlude: Ham Sandwich]
-Right, there's no justice
-Nigga, what the fuck is a Rain Dash Bucket?

[Verse 2: Aerial Ace]
Listen, I'm in canes like fuck it
Can I get an order? Rain Dash Bucket
Fries on side, Texas toast
With a nice large cup, no drink, I'd love it
I need the jpeg, Riya's gon' mourn me, I am the shit, she think I'm corny
I ate some corn, cracker the morning, now later than evening, yeah, you get the story
You build like a diaper keep, no strap - false advertisement
Your favorite rapper is a downride skammer - check his mama's license
Your girl like talls, bitch ass nigga
Pipe on no hoe, bitch ass nigga
Wrist cold like stouts, bitch ass nigga
Check your whole house, bitch ass nigga
You a bitch, fuck you, oh, bitch ass nigga
You suck on ex, bitch ass nigga
Nigga stole my wallet, bitch ass nigga
Almighty Push, bitch ass nigga

[Verse 3: Chubbz]
I pulling up with the Rain Dash Bucket
Your bitch with me, screaming loud like a trumpet
It doesn't take much to get her to suck it
Stuff in my shit, right now that bitch is gunning
Bitch got to make up some nibbling on nuggets
Fuck with the gang, and I'll bring up the musket
I'll make you lifeless like a fucking puppet
Other life, I had your head, then I chop it
I never been one to be on a budget
I'm over bullshit, I'm over the rockets
Say what you want 'cause I've got this con rugged
Yeah, on the rise, there's no way that I'll plummet
I'm the guy filling your face with these knuckles
Think that you're funny, I won't even chuckle
Hop in the porch quickly, you better buckle
Soon as you're confident that you're gonna snuggle, bitch

[Verse 4: Mir Blackwell]
Fuck it
Pull up with that Rain Dash Bucket
I'mma get your days, that's fuck it
I'mma get your change, that's fuck it
We ain't got the same cash budget
I spin on that cash I want
They go broke, I'mma flash my gun
Your hoe, I'mma had my fun, wait, wait
I'mma pull up with the gang, and these niggas know I'm the shit, bull
Your bitch is calling me baby - the way that I suck on her tits, bull
I got that drip, and now these niggas hitting y'all causing the fit, bull
I'm asking who got more hits than the boy? "What about Pitbull? Pitbull has a lotta hits"
These niggas tripping, but I don't got tossing once, feeling like KV
These niggas running their mouths, they need to stop talking like K7
These niggas running their mouths when they need to go mute like they Mystery
I treat your bitch like mood, she from the Dallas, I see that she peek on me

[Outro: Mir Blackwell]
Oh, hold up, wait up, no disrespect to KV or Mystery, that's my motherfucking dawgs, and it's still fuck dealing to the K7, diss track come out, shout my nigga Rick, that nigga body you in any set, fuck outta here, dickhead! That nigga did you a problem!