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