Songtexte Picture! - Lalo!

My pockets fat they can't fit in a picture
That hoe is leaving I just won't miss her
She playing games just like it's Twister
Aim at the range I'm keeping it center
I curse on this bitch I ain't worried bout censors
My wrist is cold just like it's winter
Taking no L's cause I am a winner
I ain't her dad but she call me mister
Don't fuck with the lean don't mess with the double cup
Getting the racks you know that it doubled up
He don't get money he just be doubting us
He just be dissing I parry ain't talking bout platypus
I get to the racks that only makes one of us
You is disgusting like touching a pimple puss
That boy is broke he ride on the fucking bus

I get to the money I get to the cash
Losing the racks but I make it all back
I'm with your bitch and I'm buying her bags
Louis, Chanel we don't take off the tag
Counting my money I put it in stacks
That boy is running like it was a lap
We keep it a buck we take off his cap

He talking down, we put him on plasma
Mess up his lungs, he just got asthma
He ain't the teacher, but he give you answers
That boy is rude like, Where are your manners?
I am the best, I feel like commander
All of these racks, I put it together
Up at the top, I'm climbing the ladder
They just be talking, none of it matters

My pockets fat they can't fit in a picture
That hoe is leaving I just won't miss her
She playing games just like it's Twister
Aim at the range I'm keeping it center
I curse on this bitch I ain't worried bout censors
My wrist is cold just like it's winter
Taking no L's cause I am a winner
I ain't her dad but she call me mister

Don't fuck with the lean don't mess with the double cup
Getting the racks you know that it doubled up
He don't get money he just be doubting us

I'm balling hard like I'm playing with Messi
One of the best, and you can not test me
He talking down like, Who are you pressing?
He make no money, that shit depressing
Asking him once, he start confessing
He disrespect, hit him with red beam
He talking down, leaving him resting
He running up like, Who are you testing?

My pockets fat they can't fit in a picture
That hoe is leaving I just won't miss her
She playing games just like it's Twister
Aim at the range I'm keeping it center
I curse on this bitch I ain't worried bout censors
My wrist is cold just like it's winter
Taking no L's cause I am a winner
I ain't her dad but she call me mister