Picture Me Grapin’

Yeah, turn me up a lil' bit more
 Just a lil' bit more
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 What is that picture of me grapin'?
 Ayy, we movin', ayy
 
 Ayy, ayy
 Oh, they gon' fuck on with this right now
 NLE, the Top Shotta (yeah, yeah)
 I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
 NLE, the Top Shotta, ayy
 Picture me rollin' (yeah)
 Fat Cackwood smokin', couple bitches in motion
 We ain't causin' commotions but I be braggin' and boastin'
 I put the most in, I get the most out (I get it out), no doubt
 I brought the Glock in and took my show out (brr, brr, brr, brr), I sold out
 We break them poles out for your show out (ayy), then roll out
 I got him hit and then I rapped about it, think he know now
 Put a duffle bag up on his head, my nigga cash out (cash out)
 I get the cheese in large amounts, they callin' me the cash cow (they callin' me the cash cow)
 We get the peace, we get the pints and then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam
 Give 'em teddy bears and T-shirts, my dawg will put 'em down
 Told that nigga get from 'round me, I don't trust 'em (I don't trust 'em)
 So it's fuck 'em, brand new chopper suppressed the muzzle whips when I bust 'em
 Slide on 'em, hit the brother then we double back with different cutters (brr, brr, brr, brr)
 They know it's real, they know it's drama (ayy), so they call 'em off
 Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (day I die)
 Yeah, you know I'm a thug nigga, but I'ma still cry (still cry)
 We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
 Standin' over with this fire, and I'ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die)
 Niggas know how we comin', comin', we slammin' like we drummin' (slammin' like we drummin')
 Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain't nothin'
 We leavin' them niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my gun and runnin' out
 A hunnid rounds keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience
 I got this pistol in my pants and I'm posted where I wanna be (yeah, yeah)
 I made my own label, I can't see no nigga sonnin' me
 I got too much to lose, I'm takin' you, you think you takin' me? (Watch)
 I never been a fool, I watch your moves, you think you snakin' me? (I'm watchin')
 Real killer, all my niggas feel safe with me
 Even though they really supposed to be securin' me
 I told Big Sean that I don't really need security, but that's my nigga
 But ain't any nigga put fear in me
 I sincerely wrote a note but they ain't hearin' me (they ain't hearin' me, cuh)
 I give a junk a line of coke to go on killing sprees (they ain't hearin' me, cuh)
 I told the bitch to get the drop while she was on her knees (brr, brr)
 She asked me what's in it for her, I said, "I got a treat", I skeeted
 Yeah I left it on her face and I told her, "That's the only thing you gettin' from me, bih"
 I live the life of a boss player until the day I die (until the day I die)
 Couple bitches they feelin' on me, they sayin' that I'm fly (they sayin' that I'm fly)
 Feel like 2Pac, I got two bitches, they fuckin' in the spot
 Her ass fat, I'm grabbin', grippin', I'ma squeeze it 'til it pop
 You know I get around, I get your pants down and then I rob (then I rob)
 Hood nigga, I'ma pull my pants down, keep on my socks
 Jamaican nigga, she be feelin' on my hair, she like my locs (she like my locs)
 I put her head on my cock, I told her, "Suck it, don't stop"
 Ay you can call me tummy, I got the drank up in my belly
 And we slid on 'em, got to poppin', know you got the message
 We ain't 'bout the talkin', bitch, we 'bout the sparkin' (about to kill a nigga, yeah, we gonna merk him)
 Pull up on 'em then we caution taped him, white-chalk him
 I got a child but my BM really be on bullshit (she on bullshit, that's facts)
 I'm askin' God why, I got these problems on these pool pits
 Heard another diss today, I put 'em on my shooter list (they on my shooter list)
 Shoot it up, I'm all black, I'm ready to go do it man
 Shoot a man, gun in hand
 Have 'em runnin' like the running man
 Where you runnin' when I'm sprayin'?
 A couple bands wrapped in rubber bands
 Put it all up on your head, bands make 'em dance when them choppas start playin'
 You sayin' what you sayin' but I'm sayin' what I'm sayin'
 And my nigga of the Xans he'll blam on your man (brr)
 Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (day I die)
 Yeah, you know I'm a thug nigga, but I'ma still cry (still cry)
 We ain't doin' no drive-bys, I look him in his eyes (I look him in his eyes)
 Standin' over with this fire, and I'ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die)
 Niggas know how we comin', comin', we slammin' like we drummin' (slammin' like we drummin')
 Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain't nothin'
 We leavin' them niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my gun and runnin' out
 A hunnid rounds keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience
 Ayy, ayy, ayy
 Brr, brr, brr, yeah
 Picture me rollin'
 We bend the curve when we creepin', when we step
 Picture me grapin'
 Play them choppas, move 'em right to left
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Picture me rollin'
 NLE, the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
 Picture me grapin', brr