Picture Perfect - Mike WiLL Made It, Lil Wayne, Juvenile

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