Picture Me Rollin lyrics

[Intro]
(I walk the streets alone) It's a privilege
(I walk the streets alone)
Something you can't do baby
That's another topic, let's give it to 'em

[Verse 1]
Them n*ggas need to hit me with my grip
I want it now, I'm a ride on these b*tches till I get it
I'm coming down to the studio. We know where you be, you can hide, but you can't run
Get that b*tch from me, here her man come
Jealous like a little green monster
These b*tches just flashing money, Maxi I really want ya
I just wanna start a lil’ family-
b*tch, what you talking 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and your mama can't stand me
Candy, brought her on her birthday
f*ck is the PD3? n*ggas is getting thirsty
Lip Sing, dammit that's my joint Max, when you tryna put it out?
She said my di*k is the best, so when you tryna pull it out?
All my n*ggas hoodied out, hooded up
Now whisper it in her ear, then tell me if it's good enough
Shorty coulda fronted but she didn't man, pump and steady pitching man
Got me ducking the fuzz, somebody's gonna get ya man, damn

[Chorus]
Just let me live my life with you
(Just let me live my life with you)
I can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, oooooh
Lil n*gga you just mad I won't write with you
Owww
You ain't never seen a n*gga prolific like the Bigga so let go
Owww
Picture me rollin
[Verse 2]
I be speaking to my brother
He told me keep the pressure on these n*ggas, never trust 'em
They test you, motherf*ck 'em
n*gga Gida getting big, smoked and stroll, he said "Biggavel...
Watch them n*ggas you with", then he lit up a L
Gotta give 'em that, Bigga manning up, n*gga bounced back
Gain Greene, bottle of the Cru, blow a ounce back
See the boy finally on his sh*t, he so handsome
Momma she in love with her grandson
Love his chubby cheeks and his nice skin
Looking like his daddy back in '80 when he was just a baby
Maybe, one day he can be a star, just like his poppa was
Only f*cks with the sour, that's how I get a proper buzz
Lemme tell you how I was, wild lil' n*gga in the streets
n*gga don't sleep, running from the police
O.G. told me, step on n*ggas, had to get to the top
n*gga we non-stop, n*gga we gon' pop

[Chorus]
Picture me rollin' baby
Boss Don Biggavel, oh man
Shout out my boy, Young Los, on the beat
Musical genius, yeah
It's Gain Greene baby
Domain Pain, art of lip singing
So wavy, gotta love it, Oww