Picture Me Grapin'

(album: From Dark To Light - 2020)

Yeah, turn me up a lil' bit more
Just a lil' bit more
What he say, picture me Grapin'?
Ayy, we moving, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Oh, they done fucked up with this right here
NLE the Top Shotta
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I got the bomb like Al-Qaeda for real, nigga (NLE the Top Shotta, nigga)

Picture me rolling (Yeah)
Fat Cackwood smoking, couple bitches in motion
We ain't causing commotion, but I be bragging and boasting
I put the most in, I get the most out, no doubt
I brought the Glock in and took my show out, I sold out
We break them poles out for your show out, then roll out
I got him hit and then I rapped about it, think he know now
Put a duffle bag up on his head, my nigga cash out
I get the cheese in large amounts, they calling me the cash cow
We get the P's, we get the pints, and then we tax 'em, Uncle Sam
Give him teddy bears and t-shirts, my dawg put him down
Told that nigga get from 'round me, I don't trust him, so it's fuck him
Brand new chopper, suppressed the muzzle, it— when I bust 'em
We slide on 'em, hit the brother, then we double back with different cutters
They know it's real, they know it's drama, so they call they mamas (Ayy)

I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die
Yeah, you know I'm a thug, nigga, but I'ma still cry
We ain't doing no drive-bys, I look him in his eye
Stand over with this fire and I'ma watch that nigga die
Niggas know how we comin'-coming, we slamming like we Drummond
Niggas pull up, we dumpin'-dumping, we shoot and it ain't nothing
We leaving them niggas slumpin'-slumping, see my gun, they running
A hundred rounds, keep 'em coming, coming, murder on my conscience

I got this pistol in my pants and I'm posted where I wanna be
I made my own label, I can't see no nigga signing me
I got too much to lose, I'm taking you, you think you taking me
I never been a fool, I watch your moves, you think you snaking me (I'm watchin')
Real killer, all my niggas feel safe with me
Even though they really supposed to be securing me
I told Big Sean that I don't really need security, but that's my nigga
But ain't nan' nigga put fear in me
I sincerely wrote a note, but they ain't hearing me (They ain't hearing me, cuh)
I give a junkie line of coke to go on killing sprees (They ain't hearing me, cuh)
I told the bitch to get the drop while she was on her knees
She asked me what's in it for her, I said, "I got a treat," I skeeted
Yeah, I left it on her face and I told her, "That's the only thing you getting from me, babe"
I live the life of a boss player until the day I die (Until the day I die)
Couple bitches they feeling on me, they saying that I'm fly (They saying that I'm fly)
Feel like 2Pac, I got two bitches, they fucking in the spot
Her ass fat, I'm grabbing, gripping, I'ma squeeze it 'til it pop
You know I get around, I get your pants down, and then I rock
Hood nigga, I'ma pull my pants down, keep on my socks
Jamaican nigga, she be feeling on my hair, she like my locs
I put her head on my cock, I told her, "Suck it, don't stop"
Ayy, you can call me Tommy, I got the drank up in my belly
We slid on 'em, got to popping, know you got the message
We ain't 'bout the talking, bitch, we 'bout the sparking
Pull up on him then we caution tape and white chalk him
I got a child, but my BM really be on bullshit
I'm asking God why I got these problems on this pulpit
Heard another diss today, I put him on my shooter list
Suited up, I'm all-black, I'm ready to go do a man
Shoot a man, gun in hand
Have him running like the running man
Where you running when I'm sprayin'?
A couple bands wrapped in rubber bands
Put it all up on your head
Bands make 'em dance when them choppers start playing
You saying what you saying, but I'm saying what I'm saying
And my nigga off the Xans, he'll blam on your man (Brr)

I live the life of a top shotta until the day I die
Yeah, you know I'm a thug, nigga, but I'ma still cry
We ain't doing no drive-bys, I look him in his eye
Stand over with this fire and I'ma watch that nigga die
Niggas know how we comin'-coming, we slamming like we Drummond
Niggas pull up, we dumpin'-dumping, we shoot and it ain't nothing
We leaving them niggas slumpin'-slumping, see my gun, they running
A hundred rounds, keep 'em coming, coming, murder on my conscience

Yeah, picture me rolling
We bend the curve when we creeping, when we step
Picture me Graping
Man, them choppers move them right to left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Picture me rolling
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Picture me Graping (Brr)