Max B - Picture Me Rollin lyrics

[Intro] (I walk the streets alone) It's a privilege (I walk the streets alone) Something you can't do baby That's another topic, let's give it to 'em [Verse 1:] Them n***as need to hit me with my grip I want it now, I'm a ride on these b**hes till I get it I'm coming down to the studio. We know where you be, you can hide, but you can't run Get that b**h from me, here her man come Jealous like a little green monster These b**hes just flashing money, Maxi I really want ya I just wanna start a lil' family- b**h, what you talking 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and your mama can't stand me Candy, brought her on her birthday f** is the PD3? n***as is getting thirsty Lip Sing, dammit that's my joint Max, when you tryna put it out? She said my dick is the best, so when you tryna pull it out? All my n***as hoodied out, hooded up Now whisper it in her ear, then tell me if it's good enough Shorty coulda fronted but she didn't man, pump and steady pitching man Got me ducking the fuzz, somebody's gonna get ya man, damn [Chorus] Just let me live my life with you (Just let me live my life with you) I can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, oooooh Lil n***a you just mad I won't write with you Owww You ain't never seen a n***a prolific like the Bigga so let go Owww Picture me rollin [Verse 2:] I be speaking to my brother He told me keep the pressure on these n***as, never trust 'em They test you, motherf** 'em n***a Gida getting big, smoked and stroll, he said "Biggavel... Watch them n***as you with", then he lit up a L Gotta give 'em that, Bigga manning up, n***a bounced back Gain Greene, bottle of the Cru, blow a ounce back See the boy finally on his sh**, he so handsome Momma she in love with her grandson Love his chubby cheeks and his nice skin Looking like his daddy back in '80 when he was just a baby Maybe, one day he can be a star, just like his poppa was Only f**s with the sour, that's how I get a proper buzz Lemme tell you how I was, wild lil' n***a in the streets n***a don't sleep, running from the police O.G. told me, step on n***as, had to get to the top n***a we non-stop, n***a we gon' pop [Chorus] Picture me rollin' baby Boss Don Biggavel, oh man Shout out my boy, Young Los, on the beat Musical genius, yeah It's Gain Greene baby Domain Pain, art of lip singing So wavy, gotta love it, Oww