AL Roker (feat. C Stunna)

(Baby, gimme some cash) I grew up around some bosses What the hell you think I turned into? Trapper, scammer, certified smackers, yeah, I know a few Jumped up in this shit with straight pressure like I'm supposed to do He mad because his bitch say I'm that nigga, and he know it's true Shit, you wanna learn about the game? I can fuckin' coach ya I can teach you niggas 'bout that rain like I'm Al Roker Brown skinned bitch with lay edges, comin' straight from Boca Tryna slap my dick all in her room, put her on a poster Bro done brought the perc in, now his eyes lookin' dilated I can't be around you broke niggas, it get me agitated Pull up in the drop top 'Vette, roof decapitated Why the hell they put that check on hold? They got me aggravated S-T-U-N-N-A, how you spell motion? All these free bands in the air and you still want no pokin' Seated full of back door ass niggas, I can't leave it open Real back talk, I get paid for every word spoken Pockets full of straight, death 'round like I'm Lil Uzi Glizzy came straight from wic lady, it came with a doobie Stop tellin' all these people that you know me Bitch, you probably knew me I ain't the same G from back then, now I'm going stupid I'ma do whatever, do it all just to get it shuttle She a YB fan, I gotta scream and start a battle Yeah, you had it lit, but I turned it to another level Since day one, I been a real deal trendsetter