Picture Perfect Blade Brown

[Hook - Youngs Teflon]
Puff puff pass, we're still smoking that dust yo
Chilling with my G and we're needing some bucks though
But it ain't hard to get you done for a box though
Picture was perfect but the package was bosh though
I know some rich niggas who floss broke
But they pop coke, bag it and shot O's
More money, more murder, the block's cold
Salutations to the bruddas we lost though

[Verse 1 - Blade Brown]
Some of my bruddas passed, some lifers now
Shout my brudda on his deen, he turned his life around
Still got niggas pushing white around
Holding big hammers that hit you and turn you twice around
All my bruddas certi, they're holding their clips with thirty
They bang it until it's dirty
I know some G's that really get it but won't let it show
Bro stopped fucking with the paper and he let it go
Something like red cav
Don't bother coming round here with that dead mash
I told him "Chill out, your hand ting's drill out"
Don't make me haffi get the corn, get the mill out
And I won't stop until I bring the mill out
Niggas just hiding in their hood but I'm still out
Yeah fam I said I'm still out
Brought all my niggas with me, yeah I got the trill out