My life is real baby, you me take a picture You peeping me take a picture, you should take a You me take a picture, you should take a photograph
me today, with a Cannon or a Kodak 'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a You see it's real, they be look at that perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who but me fool Don't let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. you Don't let all the magazines, and them papers out there you The cups be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do
You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we The hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is
That ain't a Cola, dry and you feeling sober Boys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you the odor
ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slab Afford it buy it that's, important without it now You ain't gotta take college class, to see that we our cash You not if you gotta ask, take a pic by the slab hol' up
You see my slab, you see my candy perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see my chick, you see my is bad Picture nigga, you should take a photograph
You see it's real, they be like at that Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph Photograph, photograph, Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph
When I'm tipping, probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi And try to my posse, we shining and glowing glossy The will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy, what? I'm to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be screwed and chop-pied
All the ballers will ride to this, deposit slips Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an lift Use to go to that Kappa, but ain't been as crunk So I'm popping up at Daytona, on and I'm popping trunk
that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the laws And they over at me, trying to scare me like I'ma pause Tell 'em naw know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber cause I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have walls
You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and paint official You smoking then a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit ya You you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hanging wit ya Take a of the grain and grip a, handful And for the pictures nigga
You see my slab, you see my slab Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph You see my chick, you see my is bad Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph
You see it's real, be like look at that perfect nigga, you should take a photograph Photograph, photograph, perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the on my chest Syrup in my Styrofoam, it's sweet with doja no You done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the 'Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't guess
I'm the connection that you need, when they say it's a Cause it's not a drought, them other niggaz just out And I'm the plug you gotta have, they say the river's dry 'Cause it's not really dry, they ran out of supply
I'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the grass Better tinted lenses, if you look at my clean ass Catch me today, with a Cannon or a 'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a
Candy still dripping, four's is still grain grass, steering wheel I'm still gripping Repping for P.A.T., the and the East And I'm for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease
You see my slab, you see my slab Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph You see my chick, you see my is bad Picture nigga, you should take a photograph
You see real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you take a photograph Photograph, photograph, Picture perfect nigga, you should a photograph
My is real baby, ain't just a song Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome, I'm riding is for the real playas, that get that do' Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm I'm riding candy and
Catch me today, with a or a Kodak by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback 'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a
Know I'm saying? wood Riding the hood, and feeling good Just like we say down in Texas, already You at me so hard You need to go on, do yourself a favor And take a motherfucking