Take a Pic

[Intro: Dream Caster]

(Nuke)

(Nuke Radio)

Oh ohh oh (HOLY FUCKING SHIT)

[Chorus: Dream Caster]

At the crib, yeah, Perc with a cig, uh

And this could take my mind off of things for a bit

Yeah and if it's that way, then it is what it is

The kids will be kids

I used to shop at Lids now it's Moncler with the clique

Uh, post up take a flick

Yeah I was at the show when you sent me naked pics

Yeah you always take my mind off of things for a bit

Yeah I'm posted with the clique

We look fresh we takin' pics

(NUKE RADIO)

[Verse 1: Christ Dillinger]

Girl I wanna see you do what you do

Louis V sign on the hood of my shoe

Cut that bitch off now my other bitch mad at me

Fresh as fuck like I'm on a magazine

They takin' pictures when we walkin' in

Remеmber back in the day had to cop a band

They talkin' bout ballin' but thеy never been

Always been a starter never second string (Nuke)

I get up in the pussy like Pootie Tang

Money keep comin' back like a boomerang

I'm married to the trap, bitch I can't be your man

Shoot a nigga just like George Zimmerman

We'll never tell nobody what we did

Walkin' in the function with that Jason Kidd

Niggas hatin' on me they be hatin' still

Booted off the molly I can't stand still

[Chorus: Dream Caster]

At the crib, yeah, Perc with a cig, uh

And this could take my mind off of things for a bit

Yeah and if it's that way, then it is what it is

The kids will be kids

I used to shop at Lids now it's Moncler with a clique

Uh, post up take a flick

Yeah I was at the show when you sent me naked pics

Yeah you always take my mind off of things for a bit

Yeah I'm posted with the clique

We look fresh we takin' pics

(Wait, nuking's actually kinda hot)

[Verse 2: Acid Souljah]

I got more swag than 100 million naked bitches

When I'm posted up with the team they takin' pictures

They wanna document this shit, 'cause we makin' history

Every day I cash out and it don't mean shit to me

I'm posted up with Christ and with Woody and we spazzin' out

I smoke blunt back to back 'till my lungs start tappin' out

This backwood hittin' like The Undertaker

Every shot that I take, bitch I hit it better than the Harlem Globetrotters and the Lakers

Every single day I'm out here gettin' to the paper

Bitch shoutout Woody shoutout Ricky shoutout Laker

If you ain't gettin' money I don't wanna talk to you now

I don't even wanna talk to you later

My circle closed off for the people that be gettin' paper

(THIS SONG IS A WAR CRIME)

(WARNING, NUKE MUSIC MAY DAMAGE YOUR EARDRUMS)

(AND HURT YOUR SOUL)