Picture Me Grapin’ NLE Choppa

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

[Verse 1]
Picture me rollin' (Yeah)
Fat Cackwood smokin', couple bitches in motion
We ain't causin' commotion, but I be braggin' and boastin'
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 callin' 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)