nle choppa - picture me grapin' lyrics
[intro]
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’ f+ck on with this right now
nle, the top shotta
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
i got the bomb like al+qaeda
nle, the top shotta, ayy
[verse 1]
picture me rollin’ (yeah)
fat cackwood smokin’, couple b+tches 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 n+gga 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 n+gga get from ’round me, i don’t trust ’em (i don’t trust ’em)
so it’s f+ck ’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
[chorus]
ayy, i live the life of a top shotta until the day i die (day i die)
yeah, you know i’m a thug n+gga, 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 n+gga die (i’ma watch that n+gga die)
n+ggas know how we comin’, comin’, we slammin’ like we drummin’ (slammin’ like we drummin’)
n+ggas pull up, we dumper dumpin’, we shootin’ it ain’t nothin’
we leavin’ them n+ggas slumpin’, slumpin’, see my gun and runnin’ out
a hunnid rounds keep ’em comin’, comin’, murder on my conscience
[verse 2]
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 n+gga 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 k!ller, all my n+ggas 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+gga
but ain’t any n+gga 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 k!lling sprees (they ain’t hearin’ me, cuh)
i told the b+tch 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 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 f+ckin’ 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 n+gga, i’ma pull my pants down, keep on my socks
jamaican n+gga, she be feelin’ on my hair, she like my locs (she like my locs)
i put her head on my c+ck, 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’, b+tch, we ’bout the sparkin’ (about to k!ll a n+gga, 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 bullsh+t (she on bullsh+t, 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 n+gga of the xans he’ll blam on your man (brr)
[chorus]
ayy, i live the life of a top shotta until the day i die (day i die)
yeah, you know i’m a thug n+gga, 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 n+gga die (i’ma watch that n+gga die)
n+ggas know how we comin’, comin’, we slammin’ like we drummin’ (slammin’ like we drummin’)
n+ggas pull up, we dumper dumpin’, we shootin’ it ain’t nothin’
we leavin’ them n+ggas slumpin’, slumpin’, see my gun and runnin’ out
a hunnid rounds keep ’em comin’, comin’, murder on my conscience
[outro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
hahaha
brr, brr, brr
picture me rollin’
we bend the curve when we creepin’, when we step
picture me grapin’
play them choppas, move ’em right to left
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
picture me rollin’
nle, the top shotta, got the bombs like al+qaeda
picture me grapin’, brr
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