NLE Choppa - Picture Me Grapin’ текст песни

Текст песни Picture Me Grapin’ - NLE Choppa

Yeah, turn me up a lil' bit more

Just a lil' bit more

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)