NLE Choppa - Picture me grapin lyrics

Picture me rollin’ Fat Cackwood smokin’, couple b*tches in motion We ain’t causin’ commotion, but I be braggin’ and boastin’ I put the most in, I get the most out, no doubt I brought the Glock in and took my show out, I sold out We break them poles out for your show out, 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 n***a cash out I get the cheese in large amounts, they callin’ me the cash cow We get the P’s, we get the pints, and then we tax ’em, Uncle Sam Give him teddy bears and t-shirts, my dawg put him down Told that n***a get from ’round me, I don’t trust him, so it’s f**k him Brand new chopper, suppressed the muzzle, it— when I bust ’em We slide on ’em, hit the brother, then we double back with different cutters They know it’s real, they know it’s drama, so they call they mamas (Ayy) I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die Yeah, you know I’m a thug, n***a, but I’ma still cry We ain’t doin’ no drive-bys, I look him in his eye Stand over with this fire and I’ma watch that n***a die ni**as know how we comin’-comin’, we slammin’ like we Drummond ni**as pull up, we dumpin’-dumpin’, we shoot and it ain’t nothin’ We leavin’ them ni**as slumpin’-slumpin’, see my gun, they runnin’ A hundred rounds, keep ’em comin’, comin’, murder on my conscience I got this pistol in my pants and I’m posted where I wanna be I made my own label, I can’t see no n***a signin’ me I got too much to lose, I’m takin’ you, you think you takin’ me I never been a fool, I watch your moves, you think you snakin’ me (I’m watchin’) Real killer, all my ni**as 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 n***a But ain’t nan’ n***a put fear in me I sincerely wrote a note, but they ain’t hearin’ me (They ain’t hearin’ me, cuh) I give a junkie line of coke to go on killing sprees (They ain’t hearin’ me, cuh) I told the b***h to get the drop while she was on her knees 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, babe” I live the life of a boss player until the day I die (Until the day I die) Couple b*tches they feelin’ on me, they sayin’ that I’m fly (They sayin’ that I’m fly) Feel like 2Pac, I got two b*tches, they fu*kin’ in the spot Her a*s 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 rock Hood n***a, I’ma pull my pants down, keep on my socks Jamaican n***a, she be feelin’ on my hair, she like my locs I put her head on my co*k, I told her, “su*k it, don’t stop” Ayy, you can call me Tommy, I got the drank up in my belly We slid on ’em, got to poppin’, know you got the message We ain’t ’bout the talkin’, b***h, we ’bout the sparkin’ Pull up on him then we caution tape and white chalk him I got a child, but my BM really be on bullsh*t I’m askin’ God why I got these problems on this pulpit Heard another diss today, I put him on my shooter list Suited up, I’m all-black, I’m ready to go do a man Shoot a man, gun in hand Have him 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 choppers start playin’ You sayin’ what you sayin’, but I’m sayin’ what I’m sayin’ And my n***a off the Xans, he’ll blam on your man I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die Yeah, you know I’m a thug, n***a, but I’ma still cry We ain’t doin’ no drive-bys, I look him in his eye Stand over with this fire and I’ma watch that n***a die ni**as know how we comin’-comin’, we slammin’ like we Drummond ni**as pull up, we dumpin’-dumpin’, we shoot and it ain’t nothin’ We leavin’ them ni**as slumpin’-slumpin’, see my gun, they runnin’ A hundred rounds, keep ’em comin’, comin’, murder on my conscienceee