Dusty Locane - ROLLIN N CONTROLLIN, PT.2 (PICTURE ME)

Look, listen (I got Hitman on the beat)
Yeah, this that nina fever get you repeater
Look, look, look, look

Don Dusty controllin' (controllin')
Picture me (rollin')
And my wrist is frozen (frozen)
Carti' my body, I'm chosen (rollin') (chosen)
Now I got her wide open (wide open)
She off the Perky, she (rollin') (she wildin')
And she ride for the gang (ride for the gang)
She know that I'm (rollin') (she know it)

Pledge my allegiance to the five (to the fever)
All my niggas down to ride (to ride)
Play with mines, you know we up the .9
Yeah we into murder, homicide (into murder)
All my niggas really built for war (built for war)
You take one of mine, we take five of yours (that's a fact)
And we come in knockin' at your door (at the door)
Kickin' it down, send you to the Lord

Don Dusty controllin' (controllin')
Picture me (rollin')
And my wrist is frozen (frozen)
Carti' my body, I'm chosen (rollin') (chosen)
Now I got her wide open (wide open)
She off the Perky, she (rollin') (she wildin')
And she ride for the gang (ride for the gang)
She know that I'm (rollin') (she know it)

Now we back on the fever (that's the HQ)
Gotta walk with my Nina (with my Nina)
Know I can't give her up, gotta keep her (gotta keep her)
Say she love me, I do not believe her (over this shit)
At the end of the day, she a treesha (she a treesha)
Cold world, keep a heater (keep a heater)
If she want the pipe, I'ma feed her (I'ma feed her)
Cold world, keep a heater (keep a heater)

Don Dusty controllin' (controllin')
Picture me (rollin')
And my wrist is frozen (frozen)
Carti' my body, I'm chosen (rollin') (chosen)
Now I got her wide open (wide open)
She off the Perky, she (rollin') (she wildin')
And she ride for the gang (ride for the gang)
She know that I'm (rollin') (she know it)

Check my temperature, always nine-five degrees
Walkin' with the cannon that's on me
Turn him into a duppy, lay deceased
No, I can't wait 'til we meet (baow, baow)
Load up the G, rob, been on plenty drills
Know how we slide (we slide)
I might hit a nigga on a glide
Talkin' like you tough, then you gotta die

Don Dusty controllin' (controllin')
Picture me (rollin')
And my wrist is frozen (frozen)
Carti' my body, I'm chosen (rollin') (chosen)
Now I got her wide open (wide open)
She off the Perky, she (rollin') (she wildin')
And she ride for the gang (ride for the gang)
She know that I'm (rollin') (look, she knows it)

Written by:
Brandon Greene, Daniel Simmons, Gregory Martin Sanders, Hollman LamarIana Jackson, Jasper Murray, Lincoln Roach, Megan Victoria Buckley, Reginald Miot

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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