Dusty Locane - Rolando (Caught in the Rain) lyrics

Now a ni**a 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 sh*t 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 ni**as, come and talk to me (Come and talk to me) You could try to walk with me (Come on) 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 Thirty shots (Gllllt 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 ni**a playin', you a fool And I'll show you what I'm in for Why the fu*k you say a ni**a 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 Thirty pull up in your dreams Kickin' CashApp, let me have that (Kick that sh*t) 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 Puerto 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 ni**a try to play with me He lay deceased (He dead) Mike Amiri for the jeans (Mike Amiri) b*tch 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 Glllt Boaw boaw boaw boaw