Picture Me Grapin’ (Explicit)

Picture Me Grapin’ (Explicit) - NLE Choppa

Lyrics by：Bryson Potts/Yuta Hanada

Yeah turn me up a lil' bit more

Just a lil' bit more

What he say picture me Grapin'

Ayy we movin' ayy

Ayy ayy

Oh they done f**ked up with this right here

NLE the Top Shotta

I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda for real

N***a NLE the Top Shotta n***a

Picture me rollin'

Fat Cackwood smokin' couple b***hes in motion

We ain't causin' commotion

But I be braggin' and boastin'

I put the most in I get the most out no doubt

I brought the glock in

And took my show out I sold out

We break them poles out for your show out

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***a cash out

I get the cheese in large amounts

They callin' me the cash cow

We get the P's we get the pints

And then we tax 'em Uncle Sam

Give him teddy bears and t-shirts

My dawg put him down

Told that n***a get from 'round me

I don't trust him so it's f**k him

Brand new chopper suppressed the muzzle

It when I bust 'em

We slide on 'em hit the brother

Then we double back with different cutters

They know it's real they know it's drama

So they call they mamas ayy

I live the life of a top shotta

Until the day I die

Yeah you know I'm a thug

N***a but I'ma still cry

We ain't doin' no drive-bys

I look him in his eye

Stand over with this fire

And I'ma watch that n***a die

N***as know how we comin'-comin'

We slammin' like we drummond

N***as pull up we dumpin'-dumpin'

We shoot and it ain't nothin'

We leavin' them n***as slumpin'-slumpin'

See my gun they runnin'

A hundred rounds keep 'em comin'

Comin' murder on my conscience

I got this pistol in my pants

And I'm posted where I wanna be

I made my own label

I can't see no n***a signin' me

I got too much to lose I'm takin' you

You think you takin' me

I never been a fool I watch your moves

You think you snakin' me I'm watchin'

Real killer all my n***as 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***a

But ain't nan' n***a put fear in me

I sincerely wrote a note but they ain't hearin' me

They ain't hearin' me cuh

I give a junkie line of coke to go on killing sprees

I told the b***h to get the drop

While she was on her knees

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 babe

I live the life of a boss player

Until the day I die

Couple b***hes they feelin' on me

They sayin' that I'm fly

Feel like 2Pac I got two b***hes

They f**kin' in the spot

Her a*s 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 rock

Hood n***a I'ma pull my pants down

Keep on my socks

Jamaican n***a she be feelin' on my hair

She like my locs

I put her head on my cock

I told her Suck it don't stop

Ayy you can call me Tommy

I got the drank up in my belly

We slid on 'em got to poppin'

Know you got the message

We ain't 'bout the talkin'

B***h we 'bout the sparkin'

Pull up on him then we caution tape and white chalk him

I got a child but my BM really be on bulls**t

I'm askin' God why I got these problems on this pulpit

Heard another diss today

I put him on my shooter list

Suited up I'm all-black

I'm ready to go do a man

Shoot a man gun in hand

Have him 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 choppers start playin'

You sayin' what you sayin'

But I'm sayin' what I'm sayin'

And my n***a off the Xans

He'll blam on your man

I live the life of a top shotta

Until the day I die

Yeah you know I'm a thug n***a

But I'ma still cry

We ain't doin' no drive-bys

I look him in his eye

Stand over with this fire

And I'ma watch that n***a die

N***as know how we comin'-comin'

We slammin' like we drummond

N***as pull up we dumpin'-dumpin'

We shoot and it ain't nothin'

We leavin' them n***as slumpin' slumpin'

See my gun they runnin'

A hundred rounds keep 'em comin'

Comin' murder on my conscience

Yeah picture me rollin'

We bend the curve when we creepin' when we step

Picture me Grapin'

Man them choppers move them 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