Cover art for Picture Me Rollin’ by Joey Fatts

Picture Me Rollin’

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May. 21, 20131 viewer

Picture Me Rollin’ Lyrics

[Verse One]
Crusin down the main line
With a nine incase these niggas try to take mine

Shells hit his apple, in the hood we call that "facetime"
With this shit and if you think different then you done lost your damn mind
Ridin in a suburban with shit for purchase
Ain't goin back to my pockets hurtin, that's for certain
Probably hittin a lick if I ain't on the block servin

Osama with these llamas, I'm in your house with turban
Just the struggle of the young and troubled
On the block with the rock I make it triple double
Got cold game to keep my bitches muzzled
My brothers taught me how to keep a hustle
And shoot first if a nigga touch you

Writin my niggas in the pen to keep em updated
Caught the next day, but a nigga up faded
Shit I'm gettin wasted, ongoing cases
So give me a reason why I should not be squeezing
Leave you leakin with this 45, I'm Jordan in '94
Ahead of my time, ain't heard of my kind before
Name a veteran prime that's better than mine

Young nigga in the grind only get better with time

[Hook]
Picture me rollin
Neck and wrist frozen and swisher sweet blowin
In the coup that I pile all the hoes in
You know they golden
Switchin me and friends
We do this every weekened
Ball even on the off-season
Stuntin with my team and
Bottles pop while these hoes jock
When it stop we gon pile em in the drop
And these niggas dont try me cause I'm holdin
Drivin slow smokin
But if you don't see me out just picture a nigga rollin
[Verse Two]
Top back screamin out "Money ain't a thang!"
In a 5.0 lookin like a 93 Kane
Niggas gettin paid so the pigs tryna raid
That's life or this cake, so we shoot em in the face

That's the price you pay when you snitchin for a livin
Tryna take all we got to feed our children
See a nigga on so these bitches down for chillin
But I don't want relations, once I fuck, a nigga dippin
The lord is my witness
I'm like what with these hoes
Fuck em, never love em
Niggas gotta stick to the code
I gotta get to the dough
Cause a ho don't want no broke nigga

On no low stackin figures
Why hate when you can stunt with us?
Pour out some liquor for my niggas who ain't here
And let them shots fly before a nigga shed a tear
I'll probably drive by, pistol grippin while I steer

Wasn't shit last year, now I'm shittin on my peers

[Hook]

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May 21, 2013
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