Rolando (Caught In The Rain)

Now a nigga really starting to understand what's goin' on It was all in front of me I just had to go get it Look Look Rrrrr Said I'ma make bail tonight, hah I'ma cause hell, I might, hah Roll through the city, bad little bitty, she gave me head on sight And I got a safer route (I got a safer) I'm tryna make it out (I'm tryna make it) Won't do that shit for clout (no, I won't) Come get with me, come get with me I'm from the Flossy (woo, woo) I'm with them killer niggas, come and talk to me (come and talk) You could try to walk with me (come) But you can't step in my shoes I'ma clear the room, I'ma go boom (boom, boom, boom, boom) I got the anger, pain (that pain) I still sip champagne 30 shots (grrrt boaw) Clear out the whole damn spot I got a whole lot to lose, but I got a whole lot of shots Patek be rollin' and controllin' doin' what I do Breakin' rules, might make the news Stupid nigga playin', you a fool And I'll show you what I'm in for Why the fuck you say a nigga changed up? (Watch it) You was tryna get your name up I was here chasing paper (chasing) Sorry hater, see you later, turn to vapor Alexander McQueen (McQueen, huh?) That's what I rock on my feet But I could throw on that Dior Give me more than he needs I could throw on that Supreme But I'm way past that, where your stash at? (where its at?) Rip 'em up, make him bleed Ain't no rap cap, in my last track 30 pull up in your dreams Kickin' CashApp, let me have that (kick that shit) Six racks, runnin' free I'ma backtrack, no, I ain't have that But I'ma still make a scene (make a scene) Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze Bad little Porte Rican, little piece (sheesh) Turn up the heat, six-owe degrees (turn it up) I'm Dusty rollin' from the clocc (from the clocc) And I can surely get you shot (I could) Don't play, you talk to cops (don't play) And now you turn into a stain, an opp I could see everything I need (I see) It's all right in front of me I just got to grab and reach Pussy nigga try to play with me He lay deceased (he dead) Mike Amiri for the jeans (Mike Amiri) Bitch, you know I keep a pole (a pole) I do this for all my Rolandos on the road Know they stay ten toes, won't fold Grrrt Baow, baow, baow, baow