Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Picture This, artist - Hotboii. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Picture This |
| Ain’t go to school, I had fucked-up attendance |
| Even though I got blue hundreds, fifties, and these twenties (Fifties and these |
| twenties) |
| These George Washingtons make your bitch dance |
| No, I cannot be fake with you |
| I can’t even lie, this shit’ll never be what it was |
| I be talkin' 'bout you ain’t reach out when you made it, did you? |
| See, I’m on my way and now you reachin' out for what? |
| Where the fuck where you? |
| Blood shedded, can’t be what it was |
| The fuck is up with you? |
| Them rug-heads go get it out the mud |
| No, I don’t do no lovin', filled up my heart with money |
| Ain’t know that I could run it up like this so much |
| When I tell you I’m comin', I’m comin', no rush |
| When I failed you, know you wanna go thug somewhere else |
| I got shows now, like Giannis, I’m comin' for the bucks |
| Get the backend, no backend, we park front of the club |
| Ain’t picture this, it was 'posed to be different (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| But I ain’t trippin', ain’t runnin' from shit (No, no, no) |
| I’m ready for whatever come with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| To raise my son is a wonderful feeling (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| When I ask you somethin', give your honest opinion (Give me your honest opinion) |
| Ain’t go to school, I had fucked-up attendance |
| Even though I got blue hundreds, fifties, and these twenties (Fifties and these |
| twenties) |
| These George Washingtons make your bitch dance |
| Said I’m ready for whatever come with this life |
| I’m surrounded by steppers, it ain’t really no price |
| I ain’t talkin' seven hundred, they gon' hit it on sight |
| Let a nigga run up on me, he gon' feel the four-five |
| .223,.556, 7.62 (Yeah) |
| Could never beef 'bout a bitch, I got big loot (Yeah) |
| Thought I missed you, no, I just got my wrist frozed up |
| These niggas tissue and wonder why I’m shittin' on them |
| Fell in love with cougars, man, they keep it so real |
| I spit these rhymes with no mask on, that’s why they so ill |
| If I ain’t did it, when I rap, in my song, you won’t hear |
| I keep it real with all my fans, can’t name a dream I sold them |
| Ain’t picture this, it was 'posed to be different (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| But I ain’t trippin', ain’t runnin' from shit (No, no, no) |
| I’m ready for whatever come with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| To raise my son is a wonderful feeling (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| When I ask you somethin', give your honest opinion (Give me your honest opinion) |
| Ain’t go to school, I had fucked-up attendance |
| Even though I got blue hundreds, fifties, and these twenties (Fifties and these |
| twenties) |
| These George Washingtons make your bitch dance |
| Baby, can you just forgive me? |
| I been ridin' 'round with a fifty |
| I know that these niggas envy |
| So I don’t fuck with too many |
| Yeah, yeah, no kidding |
| I’m talkin' literally |
| Can you feel me? |
| I want all these people to hear me |
| Know the real me |
| They tryna kill me |
| I keep from Siri |
| I can’t let a fuck nigga near me |
| Hot cut the fan on |
| Man, you know, uh |
| Double O, lil' baby, lovin' no lady |