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