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joey fatts - picture me rollin' lyrics

[verse one]
crusin down the main line
with a nine incase these n-ggas try to take mine
sh-lls hit his apple, in the hood we call that “facetime”
with this sh-t and if you think different then you done lost your d-mn mind
ridin in a suburban with sh-t for purchase
ain’t goin back to my pockets hurtin, that’s for certain
probably hittin a l1ck if i ain’t on the block servin
osama with these llamas, i’m in your house with turban
just the struggle of the young and troubled
on the block with the rock i make it triple double
got cold game to keep my b-tches muzzled
my brothers taught me how to keep a hustle
and shoot first if a n-gga touch you
writin my n-ggas in the pen to keep em updated
caught the next day, but a n-gga up faded
sh-t i’m gettin wasted, ongoing cases
so give me a reason why i should not be squeezing
leave you leakin with this 45, i’m jordan in ’94
ahead of my time, ain’t heard of my kind before
name a veteran prime that’s better than mine
young n-gga in the grind only get better with time

[hook]
picture me rollin
neck and wrist frozen and swisher sweet blowin
in the coup that i pile all the hoes in
you know they golden
switchin me and friends
we do this every weekened
ball even on the off-season
stuntin with my team and
bottles pop while these hoes jock
when it stop we gon pile em in the drop
and these n-ggas dont try me cause i’m holdin
drivin slow smokin
but if you don’t see me out just picture a n-gga rollin

[verse two]
top back screamin out “money ain’t a thang!”
in a 5.0 lookin like a 93 kane
n-ggas gettin paid so the pigs tryna raid
that’s life or this cake, so we shoot em in the face
that’s the price you pay when you snitchin for a livin
tryna take all we got to feed our children
see a n-gga on so these b-tches down for chillin
but i don’t want relations, once i f-ck, a n-gga dippin
the lord is my witness
i’m like what with these hoes
f-ck em, never love em
n-ggas gotta stick to the code
i gotta get to the dough
cause a ho don’t want no broke n-gga
on no low stackin figures
why hate when you can stunt with us?
pour out some liquor for my n-ggas who ain’t here
and let them shots fly before a n-gga shed a tear
i’ll probably drive by, pistol grippin while i steer
wasn’t sh-t last year, now i’m sh-ttin on my peers

[hook]

- joey fatts lyrics

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