Picture Perfect ft. Dooley Ridah Lyrics

Ooh, CYN play it crazy

Life like a rollercoaster, have its ups and its downs

I've been down a couple times, but a nigga up now

But you won't see the point

I swear to God, you won't see the point

All my niggas ballin', everybody playin' blank

Like a photograph, sometimes it get blurry

Gotta crop it sometimes, just to make sure it's perfect

But you won't get the picture

I swear to God, you won't get the picture

I'm up nine plus on my niggas all week

Life like a multi-picture, all these niggas actin'

Most of these niggas broke, they need some chi practice

Bro, they seen more bricks than a contractor

When the cameras go off, we ain't really actin'

Bitch, we really in the field, no, we in the streets

We ain't ducking no smoke, we want all the beef

You say you gotta find a load to bring her to me

We want all the percocets and all of the lean

Don't give a fuck if it's purple, red, or green

I got some niggas out of town who fuck with the beans

I got some niggas in the cave that fuck with the seeds

I got some niggas throwing fives that spankin' the bees

All my niggas in the field, they ain't gon' be seen

And I been spinning all the hoes that been spinning me

I been tricking all the hoes who been tricking me

And I been ducking all the bitches who been ducking me

Because I pee

Like a roller coaster, heaven's ups and it's downs

I been down a couple times, but a nigga up now

But you won't see the point

I swear to God, you won't see the point

All my niggas balling, everybody playing blank

Like a photograph, sometimes it get blurry

Gotta crop it sometimes just to make sure it's perfect

But you won't get the picture

I swear to God, you won't get the picture

I'm up nine plus, so all my niggas up with it

Life like a casino, this shit really a gamble

All these niggas be capped, time to bring out the tassels

Put my heart in the box, baby, this shit is fragile

I done touched so many footballs and never got tackled

I done did a big chop

Small garden growing, that's a big crop

The road got rough, I made a pit stop

Shout out to the dots that made them strips pop

Can you imagine stuffing 20 in a bag of Ruffles

Eyes open, there he stop, and the music shuffle

Doing turnarounds, feeling like I'm working doubles

It's a cold world, gotta grab a couple knuckles

I don't speak to my blood, but you see all this green on me

I ain't talking denim when I say them blue jeans on me

Shout out to them niggas still plotting, trying to scheme on me

I swear you won't get a motherfucking thing from me

Life like a rollercoaster, heaven's ups and it's downs

I've been down a couple times, but a nigga up nine

But you won't see the point

I swear to God, you won't see the point

All my niggas balling, everybody playing blank

Like a photograph, sometimes it get blurry

Gotta crop it sometimes, just to make sure it's perfect

But you won't get the picture

I swear to God, you won't get the picture

I'm up nine plus, all my niggas up with me