Took A Pic lyrics

[Intro]
(Neil goin' nonstop)
(Samba Beats)

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Huh? Took a picture on they block
'Gain, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, a lil' n*gga got shot, huh
I don't want no problems with you, just don't be an opp
I ain't pull up in the Stryker, I pulled up in a drop

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
I ain't never got nothin' less than a ten on me
But this ain't no Hi-Point, this FN on me
I took a picture on they block, I should've p*ssed on it (Huh?)
Young rich n*gga, 'Miri jeans, Rick Owens (Huh?)
Pulled up on they block, I ain't see no pits on the street
Man, these n*ggas broke as hell, hits goin' for cheap
They say they gon' kill me, but I'm still on my feet
A lot of them dead, a couple still walkin' weak (Huh?)

[Verse 2: CRASH RARRI]
You gotta stay alert and rеad the room, act like a testamеnt
Blicky on me, can't walk in your club unless my section in
Hickeys on me, go below the belt, I'm not affectionate
Put it on me, dress a car compressor, this sh*t cost a Benz
See the snakes around me, got Medusa on my f*ckin' lens
My b*tch cool as hell, she real as hell, but I'm gon' f*ck her friends
I can pay your rent for what I spent if you just twerk and bend
Out here rollin' dubs just like I'm Snoop, but this ain't juice and gin
Oh, yeah, I'm RARRI, baby
I got baguetties 'round my neck, look like Bacardis, baby
I'm out here crushin' on these whores, that's called a Charlie, baby
They seasick tryna ride my wave, these n*ggas gnarly, baby
Pistol in the party, baby
[Verse 3: Hitta J3]
This b*tch'll hit the road with a load of 'em
Steppin' on sh*t, another bonecrusher
I don't wanna f*ck you, mami, throw somethin'
b*tch, this Drac' with me hold a whole hundred
The b*tch you n*ggas call your girl, she wanna f*ck the most
I told Skilla when it's smoke, the opps turn to ghost
Five years ago, a lot of rappers wasn't bangin'
Wrap his head with a bandage, that b*tch barely made it
Let him steal from the pot, chop his hand off
Bare face in broad day, take the mask off
If it ain't the Hellcat, slide out the Trackhawk
n*ggas love sneak dissin', this your last draw
Damaged from this sh*t, got a numb heart
Whenever it's go time, I play a big part
Catch him in traffic, get parked

[Verse 4: Kerch Dolla]
What you know about the feds comin' and snatch your shooter?
n*ggas know my hands in it, but they can't go prove it
Hit a b*tch the first night, like Nike, we just do it
Seen n*ggas strike out with that pipe, he wouldn't use it
If a n*gga think he can f*ck with me, it's amusing
If I up it, I'ma use it
b*tch say she don't wanna f*ck me, she confused then
Ain't think I'm up 'cause the 'fit that I been movin'
You send shooters at the god, then you lose 'em
We caught him slippin' outside, it was a movie
If you ain't never caught a body, I might lose you
If you ain't scared, n*gga, come outside when you choose to
I got n*ggas snitchin' on me, I hope they move wrong
You won't be the last n*gga on a tombstone, tombstone
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Huh? Took a picture on they block
'Gain, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, a lil' n*gga got shot, huh
I don't want no problems with you, just don't be an opp
I ain't pull up in the Stryker, I pulled up in a drop