Picture Me Grapin’

Yeah, turn me up a lil' bit more

Just a lil' bit more

What he say, picture me grapin'?

Aye, we movin', aye

Aye

Oh, they done fucked up with this right here

NLE the Top Shotta

I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda for real, ****

NLE the Top Shotta, ****

Picture me rollin'

Yeah

Fat Cackwood smokin', couple bitches 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 **** 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 **** get from 'round me, I don't trust him, so it's fuck 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

Aye

I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die

Yeah, you know I'm a thug, ****, 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 **** die

**** know how we comin'-comin', we slammin' like we Drummond

**** pull up, we dumpin'-dumpin', we shoot, and it ain't nothin'

We leavin' them **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****

But ain't nan' **** 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

They ain't hearin' me, cuh

I told the bitch 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

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 till it pop

You know I get around, I get your pants down, and then I rock

Hood ****, I'ma pull my pants down, keep on my socks

Jamaican ****, 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"

Aye, 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', bitch, 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 bullshit

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 **** off the Xans, he'll blam on your man

Brr

I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die

Yeah, you know I'm a thug, ****, 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 **** die

**** know how we comin'-comin', we slammin' like we Drummond

**** pull up, we dumpin'-dumpin', we shoot, and it ain't nothin'

We leavin' them **** 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