[Intro: Warhol.SS]
Picture me rollin'
Huh
Picture me rollin'
Uh, ayy
Picture me rollin'
Yeah, ayy
[Verse 1: Warhol.SS]
Picture me on fours, candy paint, got a thing for twenty-eights
We make dollars out of nada, call me Mr. Make it Shake
Used to be my right hand, we two-man and shake and bake
Now you hate the way I'm livin' 'cause I ain't take you 'round the way?
Chasin' weed with more lean, I poured extra just for taste
In that field day to day, main mission catch pape'
How you go against your brothers? How you actin' like we lazy?
I don't talk for free at all, I'll send a list with all my rates
I be poppin' player shit to her, ain't have no fuckin' rizz
Keep my mind on my family, my codeine in my biz
I got paper on me now, but, no, the safe ain't at the crib
She my favorite eater, eatin' up like a spoon, but it's a bib
Head on swivel, be on tip, scratchin' models off my list
Been on finsta all day, I'm scrollin' through the shit I hit
I get paranoid quick, I sense a vibe and dump a clip
It's a horror film, I got killers lurkin' through that mist
[Chorus: Warhol.SS & Luhh Dyl]
Picture me rollin' (Rollin', rollin', roll-rollin', uh)
Picture me rollin' (Uh, rollin', roll-rollin', uh, ayy)
Picture me rollin'
Nigga, picture me rollin' (Uh-huh), picture me rollin' (Slow down)
[Verse 2: Luhh Dyl]
They can't even act like niggas ain't starve for this
Late night workin', goin' hard for this
Damn near losin' my hands and legs for niggas I wasn't 'posed to bargain with
Won't trip 'bout shit that my old bitch did, never my loss, go get a harder bitch
On the end with niggas I started with
Want a trick, bitch, you at the wrong party then
Want beef, we can get the shit started then
We like to give belt out often
I ain't sit at the table with niggas, now I'm sittin' at the table with bosses
First time I had to go get a bucket and carry the team, can't take no more losses
When they caught him, his pants was down, you can picture him rollin', wasn't movin' with caution
[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Picture me rollin' (Yeah, uh, roll-rollin', uh, ayy)
Picture me rollin'
[Verse 3: BabyChiefDoit & Warhol.SS]
I don't trust shit but God, in all you niggas, I lost hope
They screamin' that back door shit like it's cool and it's a joke (Picture me rollin')
I would've crashed out a long time ago, I do this for my folks
Used to pour up lean to cope, hate when fans act like they know (Picture me rollin')
If you wanna know my life, picture me rollin' off an ecstasy
Eight days a week, I swear this shit bring out the best in me
Dick rider, he'll sell his soul just to get next to me
Hit your cut and run before the dicks think about catchin' me
Show a piece of loyalty and I'll give you the recipe
Got nothin' to complain about, G-O-D been blessin' me
Lately, He been testin' me, seein' if I'm strong enough
L-O-V-E, picture me givin' out love
[Outro: BabyChiefDoit]
On B
Yop, yop
Niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Lil' BabyChiefDoit, man, 262, ask your bitch
Slatt, let's get it
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