Skilla Baby, CRASH RARRI, Hitta J3, Kerch Dolla - Took A Pic lyrics

Trevon Gardner

[Skilla Baby, CRASH RARRI, Hitta J3, Kerch Dolla - Took A Pic lyrics]

(Neil goin' nonstop, Samba Beats)

Huh? Took a picture on they block
'Gain, pew pew pew pew pew
A lil' nigga got shot, huh
I don't want no problems with you
Just don't be an opp
I ain't pull up in the Stryker
I pulled up in a drop

I ain't never got nothin' less
Than a ten on me
But this ain't no Hi-Point, this FN on me
I took a picture on they block
I should've pissed on it (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, 'Miri jeans, Rick Owens
(Huh?) pulled up on they block
I ain't see no pit's on the street
Man, these niggas broke as hell
Hit's goin' for cheap
They say they gon' kill me
But I'm still on my feet a lot of them dead
A couple still walkin' weak (Huh?)

You gotta stay alert and rеad the room
Act like a testamеnt blicky on me
Can't walk in your club unless my section in
Hickeys on me, go below the belt
I'm not affectionate
Put it on me, dress a car compressor
This shit cost a Benz
See the snakes around me
Got Medusa on my fuckin' lens
My bitch cool as hell, she real as hell
But I'm gon' fuck her friends
I can pay your rent for what I
Spent if you just twerk and bend
Out here rollin' dubs just like I'm Snoop
But this ain't juice and gin
Oh, yeah, I'm RARRI, baby
I got baguetties 'round my
Neck, look like Bacardis, baby
I'm out here crushin' on these
Whores, that's called a Charlie, baby
They seasick tryna ride my
Wave, these niggas gnarly, baby
Pistol in the party, baby

This bitch'll hit the road with a load of 'em
Steppin' on shit, another bonecrusher
I don't wanna fuck you, mami, throw somethin'
Bitch, this Drac' with me
Hold a whole hundred
The bitch you niggas call your girl
She wanna fuck the most
I told Skilla when it's smoke
The opps turn to ghost five years ago
A lot of rappers wasn't bangin'
Wrap his head with a bandage
That bitch barely made it
Let him steal from the pot, chop his hand off
Bare face in broad day, take the mask off
If it ain't the Hellcat
Slide out the Trackhawk
Niggas love sneak dissin'
This your last draw
Damaged from this shit, got a numb heart
Whenever it's go time, I play a big part
Catch him in traffic, get parked

What you know about the feds
Comin' and snatch your shooter?
Niggas know my hands in it
But they can't go prove it
Hit a bitch the first night, like Nike
We just do it
Seen niggas strike out with that pipe
He wouldn't use it
If a nigga think he can fuck with me
It's amusing if I up it, I'ma use it
Bitch say she don't wanna fuck me
She confused then
Ain't think I'm up 'cause the
'fit that I been movin'
You send shooters at the god
Then you lose 'em
We caught him slippin' outside
It was a movie
If you ain't never caught a body
I might lose you if you ain't scared, nigga
Come outside when you choose to
I got niggas snitchin' on me
I hope they move wrong
You won't be the last nigga on a tombstone
Tombstone

Huh? Took a picture on they block
'Gain, pew pew pew pew pew
A lil' nigga got shot, huh
I don't want no problems with you
Just don't be an opp
I ain't pull up in the Stryker
I pulled up in a drop

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