Picture This (Explicit)

Picture This (Explicit) - Slim

Lyrics by：Christopher Hamer/Jordan Williams

Produced by：Beat Boss/Child's Play

The beat box beat box beat box

Turn the beat up a bit

Turn me on

Picture this

Picture this picture little old Slim

Now were talking half a milly

If were talking 'bout my sim

They tryna work

Then I'm offering

Cash and these rappers don't turn up

Why

'Cause they got problems with the gang

It's Louis squares on my pedal and nothin' come free

There was a lot of long nights

To get the phone lines mental

No risk no reward now my niggas flying Brum

We need sweets for the fours

We don't deets or do frauds

This is trap

**** yo it's forty

Bags for a brick it's getting drastic

Talking thirty bags in rubber bands

That's a sandwich

I promise that the trap phone is never off

And tell the judge that'll never stop

Lookin' there's no looking back

And my jeans cost a stack

And that's Damier print on my belt and my bag

I ain't looking for a help or a hand

Just a spot out of town couple pics

And like two or three cats

Thrown like two or three grams

Youngest tryna get rich

If it ain't worth my time then

Of course it's getting ripped

If she's coming to the crib then

Of course she's getting dick

This year I'm looking mortgages and ****

And they're talkin' 'bout the kid but I'm just keeping it real

And I'm cuttin' true with scazzi and he's keeping it still

And the day I left jail I said I'm never goin' back

Well that nigga is **** it ain't ever in my plans I'm gone

Picture this picture little old Slim

Now were talking half a milly if were talking 'bout my sim

They tryna work

Then I'm offering cash

And these rappers don't turn up

Why

'Cause they got problems with the gang

Picture this picture little old Slim

Now were talking half a milly if were talking 'bout my sim

They tryna work

Then I'm offering cash

And these rappers don't turn up

Why

'Cause they got problems with the gang

All of that negative **** that just kept a nigga goin'

Thought he won what I'm rollin' the excuse that I'm dodging

Bro watch out for the people who is watching your pocket

And the ones who never cared when you was poppin' my G

This is hood ****

Growing up my teacher probably said I was a good kid

But look at what the hood did

Yo I fell in love with the Pyrex and the juggin' and death

Said you gotta make time for these bookings

But yo just look here Dizzee's copping mics like a Taliban

And last week the buj came from Pakistan

I put the truth in the booth and a thousand on some shoes

And nowadays these girls are always mad at man

'Cause I don't love 'em but they love me

I tell 'em **** girls love country

I swear these niggas looking like some junkies

The road is getting cold and that trap needs jump leads

Look I'm callin' that a ********* I'm gone

Picture this picture little old Slim

Now were talking half a milly if were talking 'bout my sim

They tryna work

Then I'm offering cash and these rappers don't turn up

Why

'Cause they got problems with the gang

With the gang

Picture this picture little old Slim

Now were talking half a milly if were talking 'bout my sim

They tryna work

Then I'm offering cash and these rappers don't turn up

Why

'Cause they got problems with the gang

The gang