Picture It Like This

For one day, you here

And then you're gone

(Four3va)

Well, well, well

Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I know, la-da-da-da-da

Put a killswitch in the SRT, it ain't no crankin' this

Like lil' bro say, don't get back for they mans, they hit the 'yo and diss

This a bustdown Cartier, I hit your ho just 'cause my wrist

Knew I was gon' be lit, but I ain't picture it like this, come on

I ain't tender 'bout no bitch, can't let no ho fuck up my motion

Brand-new 5.56, hit him up, he dyin' slowly

I'm real as it gets, won't tell a lie, just listen closely

I'm goin' platinum in the hood, they need to bring Lil Rae a trophy

When I drop a song, it's just like crack up in the '80s

Talkin' 'bout I'm always on her mind, this lil' ho crazy

She talkin' 'bout, "Nut in me," like I'm just out here passin' out free babies

He thirty-plus and he ain't even got no thirty-ball, big bro, you're lazy

Put a killswitch in the SRT, it ain't no crankin' this

Like lil' bro say, don't get back for they mans, they hit the 'yo and diss

This a bustdown Cartier, I hit your ho just 'cause my wrist

Knew I was gon' be lit, but I ain't picture it like this, come on

Put a killswitch in the SRT, it ain't no crankin' this

Like lil' bro say, don't get back for they mans, they hit the 'yo and diss

This a bustdown Cartier, I hit your ho just 'cause my wrist

Knew I was gon' be lit, but I ain't picture it like this, come on

Free lil' bro, if they don't let him out ASAP, I'm goin' to get him

Oh, you sayin' that's your twin? I don't give a fuck, you dyin' with him

I'm labeled as a rapper, but if they get low, I'm slidin' with 'em

They ain't never question Lil Rae, they know I'm gon' ride with 'em

Hit his partner with the same gun, goddamn, he fryin' with him

She got somethin', but she won't say nothin', goddamn, she fryin' ****

We pull up lookin' like Avengers, I pop out with five hitters

I need five of these boys' los, I make her go fuck five ****

All-black Nike skis and Nike Techs, we look like five ninjas

Yeah, that lil' ho might be fine, but her vibe throw me off, she bitter

Two freak bitches, when I get done poundin', I'ma make 'em scissor

I go deep and make her sing to me, this bitch somethin' like SZA

Da-da, yeah, well, well

I know, I know, I know, yeah

Mama put me out at only fourteen

So I start sellin' crack cocaine and codeine

Time to stack some paper, I gotta do it quick

Thinkin' I'm a juvenile, but they don't know who they messin' with, yeah