NLE Choppa - Picture Me Grapin' Lyrics

Yeah, turn me up a lil' bit more
Just a lil' bit more
Boy just say picture me grapin'
Ayy
Ayy
Oh, they gon' f*ck on with this right now
Ayy, ayy
NLE the Top Shotta
Yeah, yeah
I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda
NLE the Top Shotta

Ayy picture me rollin' (yeah)
Fat Cackwood smokin', couple bitches 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 (brr, brr)
Put a duffle bag up on his head, my nigga 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 Ps, we get the pints and then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam
Give 'em teddy bears and t-shirts, my dawg'll put 'em down
Told that nigga 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, so they call 'em off

Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (until day I die)
Yeah, you know I'm a thug nigga, 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)
Stand over with this fire
And I'ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die)
Niggas know how we comin', comin'
We slammin' like we drummin' (slammin' like we drummin')
Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain't nothin'
We leavin' them niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my gun and runnin' out (brr, brr)
A hunnid rounds keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience (ayy, ayy)

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 nigga sonnin' me (yeah, yeah, I'm that nigga)
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 killer, all my niggas 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 nigga
But ain't nan nigga 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 killing sprees (they ain't hearin' me, cuh)
I told the bitch 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, bae"
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 f*ckin' in the spot (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 rock (yeah, yeah then I rock)
Hood nigga, I'ma pull my pants down, keep on my socks
Jamaican nigga, she be feelin' on my hair, she like my locs (yeah, yeah she like my locs)
I put her hand on my cock, I told her, "Suck it, don't stop"
And you can call me tummy, I got the drank up in my belly (I got the drank up in my belly)
We slid on 'em, got to poppin', know you got the message (brr, brr, brr)
We ain't 'bout the talkin', bitch, we 'bout the sparkin' (about to kill a nigga, yeah, we gonna merk him)
Pull up on 'em then we caution tape him, white-chalk him
I got a child but my BM really be on bullshit (she on bullshit, that's facts)
I'm askin' God why, I got these problems on these pool pits (why I got 'em?)
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 a man (brr, brr, brr)
Shoot a man, gun in hand
Have 'em runnin' like the runnin' man
Where you runnin' when I'm sprayin'?
A couple bands wrapped in rubber bands
Put it all up on your head (ayy)
Bands make 'em dance when them choppas start playin'
You sayin' what you sayin' but I'm sayin' what I'm sayin' (ayy)
And my nigga off the Xans he'll blam on your man (brr)

Ayy, I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die (until day I die)
Yeah, you know I'm a thug nigga, 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)
Stand over with this fire
And I'ma watch that nigga die (I'ma watch that nigga die)
Niggas know how we comin', comin'
We slammin' like we drummin' (slammin' like we drummin')
Niggas pull up, we dumper dumpin', we shootin' it ain't nothin'
We leavin' them niggas slumpin', slumpin', see my gun and runnin' out (brr, brr)
A hunnid rounds keep 'em comin', comin', murder on my conscience

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hahaha
Brr, brr, brr
Yeah, picture me rollin'
We bend the curve when we creepin', when we step
Picture me grapin'
Play them choppas, move them right to left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Picture me rollin'
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Picture me grapin' (brr)