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 ****, and he know it's true

Shit, you wanna learn about the game? I can fuckin' coach ya

I can teach you **** '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 ****, 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 ****, 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