PICTURES Lyrics

Bitch sit down listen up cause this a fact

For anybody coming for me they gon catch a slap

Cause I don't give a fuck I'm really tired of all they crap

I'm sitting in my room smokin poppin laying back

And time ticking by see it spinning on the clock

Pop a couple xans slow it down and take a walk

My vision kinda blurry like the bullshit that they talk

J's to my ankles cause that shit is what I rock with

See me as I walk in

Peep me as drop in

Kamikaze bombing

Up onside these bitches that all this money done brought in

By writing on a page bout all the pain that I'm lost in

Feel like the shit, with all the drip that I'm copping

Boy's so crazy they had to tell me stop it

But who am I to blame? Uppin my currency often

Counting all these figures you wishing that you could ball like me

Taking over worlds, trynna brawl like me

Trynna make it work by writin songs like me

Smokin a gram to get you along like me

Cause all the shit that you feeling is feeling wrong like me

But fuck that

Pop are couple pills and watch her bust back

Put it on her face, I'm painting pictures with my nut sack

Stepping on the mic, you know this shit don't need no run back

Hit em with the heat and then I'm gone no need to cut back

Swung back

Hit you now yo dead I guess your luck bad

Trust that

Imma rap forever fuck a comeback

Thumbtack

Is how I stick it to em that's a fun fact

Buck back

Cause even if you could I'm busy the way I run that, damn

Run that, damn

Run that, damn

Busy the way that I fuckin run that, damn

Run that, damn

Run that, damn

Busy the way that I fuckin run that, damn

Run that, damn

Run that, damn

Busy the way that I fuckin run that, damn

Run that, damn

Run that, yeah, yeah, yeah