PAINTING A PICTURE Yanko

[Intro]
D-Zeus
Ay, Black Gaza shit
Garry you killed this one
We're smokin' all your dead friends
Ay, Tweeko mixed this you know, it sounds cold

[Chorus]
Don't chill on my block, you might get bored
Bro fed that nigga some lead, didn't use pencils and blood got drawn (Baow, baow)
Don't try blame that nigga for running
I wanna pull his eyeball out of his head, so I understand why he ran from me
I stamped on Akin's head so much, he can probably remember the smell of my feet

[Verse 1]
When I chinged BC in his neck in jail, he ran, he was tryna escape
Dickhead yute, must've thought that he was a character in Prison Break
Bro was pissed when he creeped and aimed
If the gun never jammed when bro got close, then Savbo's nose would've got blown off his face
Beckton'K and we're also Custom'K, your nigga got neutralized
Free JT, he's riding the bird, these birds have wings but they don't fly
Grinna got killed in his local shop, the shopkeeper just left him to die
My eyes are the same color as his blood when I roll him up and I get high
That IC3 try mentioning me, don't stunt for the net, you are not that guy (Nerd)
He got forced to do star jumps and push-ups, he must like exercise
Z10 still chills with the guy that chinged him, clearly, he must not mind
He became a gang member at the age of twenty-one, so I'm not surprised (Patty)
Stab man's face 'till he's looking deformed
Wet man more, blood and flesh on my sword then it's looks like bits of Prom (Wet him, wet him)
R9 shot that yute in the alley
Splash one of man with a 40 calley, the gun was hot, nearly burnt itself
With the end of the barrel, 2 v 10 man, knows that he has me