Joey Fatts - Picture Me Rollin lyrics
rate meCruising down the main line
With a 9 in case these niggas try to take mine
Shells hit his apple, in the hood we call that face time
With this shit and everything different then you done lost your damn mind
Riding in a suburban with shit for purchase
Ain't going back to my pockets hurting, that's for certain
Probably hitting the lick if I ain't on the block serving
Osama with these llamas, I'm in your house with a turban
Just the struggles 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
Writing my niggas in the pen to keep ‘em updated
Caught the next day, but a nigga up faded
Shit, I'm getting wasted, ongoing cases
So give me a reason why I should not be squeezing
Leave you leaking 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 niggas in the grind only get better with time
Picture me rolling
Neck and wrist rose and swisher sweet blowing
In the coup that I pile all the hoes in
You know they going
Switching me and friends
We do this every weekend
Ball even on the off-season
Stunting with my team
Bottles pop while these hoes jock
When it stop we gonna pile ‘em in the drop
And these niggas don’t try me ‘cause I'm holding
Driving, slow smoking
But if you don't see me out just picture a nigga rolling
Top back screaming out money ain't a thing
In a 5.0 looking like a 93 Kane
Niggas getting paid so the pigs tryina raid
That's life for this case, so we shoot ‘em in the face
That's the price you pay when you snitching for a living
Tryina take all we got to feed our children
See a nigga on so these bitches down for chilling
But I don't want relations, once I fuck a nigga dipping
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 this dough
‘Cause a hoe don't want no broke nigga
On the low, stacking figures
Why hate when you can stunt with us?
Pour out some liquor for my niggas who ain't here
And let the shots fly before a nigga shed a tear
I'll probably drive by, pistol gripping while I steer
Wasn't shit last year, now I'm shitting on my peers
Picture me rolling
Neck and wrist rose and swisher sweet blowing
In the coup that I pile all the hoes in
You know they going
Switching me and friends
We do this every weekend
Ball even on the off-season
Stunting with my team
Bottles pop while these hoes jock
When it stop we gonna pile ‘em in the drop
And these niggas don’t try me ‘cause I'm holding
Driving, slow smoking
But if you don't see me out just picture a nigga rolling
Rolling
