Picture Perfect (feat. Juvenile, Lil Wayne & Birdman)

Juvenile I'm throwback, like '80-something I go back Them brown bags, I sold that; them street corners, I know that Appetite, I'm so hungry; Democrat, I go donkey Weed head, I'm junky; White boy, I smoke honkeys Niggas like what Juvie on, he's wilding out, he's straight tripping Y'all niggas is straight pussy and ya'll are about to be rape victims Boy I'm fucking with truckloads, started off from an 8 ball Like airplanes on a runway, a real nigga gonna take off I'm the reason my street hot, still stick to my G-code Tees, Bo's and my Reeboks, and I'm cheesed up; I've got Cheetos I told ya'll I'll quit beefing; I'm chilling dawg, I'm on rehab My lawyer told me my record clean and if y'all fuck with me, I might relapse Like Noriega got a lot of guns, like Las Vegas I'm pimping Laws keeping their distance, ain't no penetrating my system Bad Boy, not Puffy Hot Boy, get stuffy My main bitch got a black card and she'll spend it all cause she love me Bitch I'm picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture I'm spooning with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes Man I hate the thirsty bitches, cut em off like circumcision I'm the type to talk shit and it'd be words of wisdom Monster, killer, real nigga hustla on the reala My nigga, a dope dealer dealer Hustler, shining, a Big Tymer nigga So high on my grind I'll be high flying nigga With my strapped up, my guns tight These niggas know I get money Come from Uptown nigga Where a killing take just a few hundreds Blast past, smoking on that pound Shining with my round when my nigga touched down 100 keys on his feet shinin on them 23's Blowing o's, fucking hoes, watch me throw another G Strapped in this field nigga, me and my lil' young nigga Ridin' around your town nigga, getting nothing but money nigga One hundred Uh, tried to fuck the world, can't fit Pockets fat as Saint Nick All I've got is my niggas, cause a bitch still ain't shit And I've got kush all in my swisher, these niggas is tissue I don't believe these niggas, cause I don't believe in superstitions Juvie, I gotcha dreads like rasta, hair like pasta, I go meatballs I get up in that ass and hit it as fast as Chinese ping-pong And my bitch, she got that fire, my homie got that iron But I tell 'em put it away or you could get punched like a Hawaiian Bitch it's Tunechi F Baby, I'm an original Hot Boy My dick feel like a prisoner cause this bitch got lockjaw I'm so feeling myself, Truk everybody else My redbone is ice cold, I'mma fuck the bitch till she melts Uhh Bitch I'm N-O till I G-O I can't change if I tried I look to my left I look to my right And time ain't on my side So that's why I like my blunt fat and outta shape Money on my mind Pussy on my face Tunechi