Dark Lo and V Don - Pictures

Told her we ain't takin' no pictures
Fans on my dick probably takin' pictures
Fuck with me, he just want a picture
He wanna throw himself with me, let me pitch a picture

To be honest with ya, I been duckin' pictures
Pat him down, let him talk his business
It's summertime, I can show you a blizzard
I told Ab, just show me his picture
Just show me his picture
Just show me his picture
Just show me his picture
Just show me his picture

I told him we ain't takin' no pictures
Fans on my dick probably takin' pictures
He said he fuck with me, he just want a picture
You know what's up with me, let me paint a picture

To be honest with ya, I been duckin' pictures
Pat him down, let him talk his business
It's summertime, I can show you a blizzard
I told Ab, just show me his picture

Now you caught up in a mixer
F3 a pick up probably pick a snooker
This got me in the red zone
I see it through your headphones,
I'm goin' at you head-on
Me and Ab used to play the yard
My Sully Lil used to play ball
Play and get your blood on the wall
I told the plug I ain't need no stardom
Road trippin', we leave tomorrow
Pole on me, we in Baltimore
They killed that boy in front of the store
In front of his daughter, it's hot in Florida
That's how it is when you cross the bridge
We foster kids, we not supposed to live
Look what Oprah did, look what Coca did
Look what Sosa did, that's what OG said

To be honest with ya, I been duckin' pictures
Pat him down, let him talk his business
It's summertime, I can show you a blizzard
I told Ab, just show me his picture
Just show me his picture
Just show me his picture
Just show me his picture

I told him we ain't takin' no pictures
Fans on my dick probably ain't takin' pictures
He said he fucked with me, he just wanted pictures
You know what's up with me, let me paint a picture

My niggas in the cell still send them pictures
Yeah, I'm Dark Lo, and yeah, this a sticker
Play North Philly, probably sell a cook-up
Probably spread out you, fuck boy, what's up?
That's how it is when you ain't got no food in the fridge
And you was just a kid, ain't no rooms where you live,
Now it's pools where you live
Niggas sneak business, so I just ignore it
You know time is money and I can't afford it
Had to go and buy the crib, fuck payin' the mortgage
It's by the forest, the stash in the storage

To be honest with ya, I been duckin' pictures
Pat him down, let him talk his business
It's summertime, I can show you a blizzard
I told Ab, just show me his picture
Just show me his picture
Just show me his picture
Just show me his picture
Just show me his picture
Damn

Written by:
Charles Salley, Tivon Key

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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