Painting Pictures
Got a brand new Richard Mille
For the time that's ticking
Been a while since I lost my dog
On God I miss him
Swear to God I want it all
I swear I'm different
Gotta ride round with that glizzy
That stick stay with me
Had to take folks out the picture
Had to fix my image
Came up a couple bands
I'm really winning
They say he hating he a fan
It ain't no difference
Just a little boy from the trenches
Who painting pictures
Since a youngin I been thugging
Cause we had came from nothing
If it's tech with my brother
It's tech with me, I'm bussing
Running, when it's smoke we never running
All my dogs be clutching
Ain't up for discussion
And little bro got a 223
He might end up bussing
Know Lil Von want all the smoke
I ain't never ducking
Clip it hold a dozen
Cook him like a oven
I'm just getting started
This Von the villan
This the introduction
Bang out, we went from having nothing
To everything now
He keep on playing games
We bring them things out
Don't think that nothing sweet
Just cause I sing now
Littte woe he smell that blood
He got his fangs out
We got dummy racks
Bring the bank out
Diamonds dripping hard
Bring the sink out
I was little dog
I'm the man now
What they saying now
Got a brand new Richard Mille
For the time that's ticking
Been a while since I lost my dog
On God I miss him
Swear to God I want it all
I swear I'm different
Gotta ride round with that glizzy
That stick stay with me
Had to take folks out the picture
Had to fix my image
Came up a couple bands
I'm really winning
They say he hating he a fan
It ain't no difference
Just a little boy from the trenches
Who painting pictures
He tryna find a way out
Well find that man a way out
Long nights the gang out
And we on a stakeout
Bang out, he got that fye
He gon bang out
He was just running with some lames
He say he bang now
We was just some little kids
We hitting stains now
And he was just throwing hands
He tote that thing now
And I'm still chasing after checks
Don't want fame now
And I'm still with the same ones
Same gang now
Got a brand new Richard Mille
For the time that's ticking
Been a while since I lost my dog
On God I miss him
Swear to God I want it all
I swear I'm different
Gotta ride round with that glizzy
That stick stay with me
Had to take folks out the picture
Had to fix my image
Came up a couple bands
I'm really winning
They say he hating he a fan
It ain't no difference
Just a little boy from the trenches
Who painting pictures
For the time that's ticking
Been a while since I lost my dog
On God I miss him
Swear to God I want it all
I swear I'm different
Gotta ride round with that glizzy
That stick stay with me
Had to take folks out the picture
Had to fix my image
Came up a couple bands
I'm really winning
They say he hating he a fan
It ain't no difference
Just a little boy from the trenches
Who painting pictures
Since a youngin I been thugging
Cause we had came from nothing
If it's tech with my brother
It's tech with me, I'm bussing
Running, when it's smoke we never running
All my dogs be clutching
Ain't up for discussion
And little bro got a 223
He might end up bussing
Know Lil Von want all the smoke
I ain't never ducking
Clip it hold a dozen
Cook him like a oven
I'm just getting started
This Von the villan
This the introduction
Bang out, we went from having nothing
To everything now
He keep on playing games
We bring them things out
Don't think that nothing sweet
Just cause I sing now
Littte woe he smell that blood
He got his fangs out
We got dummy racks
Bring the bank out
Diamonds dripping hard
Bring the sink out
I was little dog
I'm the man now
What they saying now
Got a brand new Richard Mille
For the time that's ticking
Been a while since I lost my dog
On God I miss him
Swear to God I want it all
I swear I'm different
Gotta ride round with that glizzy
That stick stay with me
Had to take folks out the picture
Had to fix my image
Came up a couple bands
I'm really winning
They say he hating he a fan
It ain't no difference
Just a little boy from the trenches
Who painting pictures
He tryna find a way out
Well find that man a way out
Long nights the gang out
And we on a stakeout
Bang out, he got that fye
He gon bang out
He was just running with some lames
He say he bang now
We was just some little kids
We hitting stains now
And he was just throwing hands
He tote that thing now
And I'm still chasing after checks
Don't want fame now
And I'm still with the same ones
Same gang now
Got a brand new Richard Mille
For the time that's ticking
Been a while since I lost my dog
On God I miss him
Swear to God I want it all
I swear I'm different
Gotta ride round with that glizzy
That stick stay with me
Had to take folks out the picture
Had to fix my image
Came up a couple bands
I'm really winning
They say he hating he a fan
It ain't no difference
Just a little boy from the trenches
Who painting pictures
Credits
Writer(s): Jayvon Johnson
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