Picture Me
They ain't picture me like this
Beat the pussy up
Hit her with the nightstick
Gucci Mane So Icey
Go against the grain
And we coming like this ISIS
A nigga had to get it
They ain't come with no assist
It was days I ain't even
Fucking have a pot to piss
I can be miles away
And they can still spot the wrist
I'm the key and the wave
Now they calling me legit
If li Menace up the way
Better know he gone hit
It's more to live than paying bills
And getting money for the rent
I wasn't playing cold nights
I had that heater on the bench
Talmboud believing in the hype
You pussy niggas ain't on shit
Imma get this money every single day
Imma keep em coming every single play
Reminiscing bout' Li Brandon
Thumbing through this cake
Still wake up out my sleep
Cuz' i can feel the hate
When you fall off for
A minute you gone feel misplaced
But God gone pick you up
And have you feeling great
They gone hate to see you up
And that you made a way
But let 'em know it's out the mud
And it ain't for the take
I no longer fuck with your kind
I know you niggas ain't got spines
Even if I'm six feet down
I won't let you forget my grind
I no longer fuck with your kind
I know you niggas ain't got spines
Even if i'm six feet down
I won't let you forget my grind
I no longer fuck with your kind
I know you niggas ain't got spines
Even if I'm six feet down
I won't let you forget my grind
Beat the pussy up
Hit her with the nightstick
Gucci Mane So Icey
Go against the grain
And we coming like this ISIS
A nigga had to get it
They ain't come with no assist
It was days I ain't even
Fucking have a pot to piss
I can be miles away
And they can still spot the wrist
I'm the key and the wave
Now they calling me legit
If li Menace up the way
Better know he gone hit
It's more to live than paying bills
And getting money for the rent
I wasn't playing cold nights
I had that heater on the bench
Talmboud believing in the hype
You pussy niggas ain't on shit
Imma get this money every single day
Imma keep em coming every single play
Reminiscing bout' Li Brandon
Thumbing through this cake
Still wake up out my sleep
Cuz' i can feel the hate
When you fall off for
A minute you gone feel misplaced
But God gone pick you up
And have you feeling great
They gone hate to see you up
And that you made a way
But let 'em know it's out the mud
And it ain't for the take
I no longer fuck with your kind
I know you niggas ain't got spines
Even if I'm six feet down
I won't let you forget my grind
I no longer fuck with your kind
I know you niggas ain't got spines
Even if i'm six feet down
I won't let you forget my grind
I no longer fuck with your kind
I know you niggas ain't got spines
Even if I'm six feet down
I won't let you forget my grind
Credits
Writer(s): De'von Burton
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