Picture This Lyrics - The Benzino Project - Benzino

Ooh-in, yeah 

F O X nigga, Made Men, it's official gangsta' shit 

Trackmasters, that's right, what you know about this? 

B.K., yeah, woo 

While you hoes play rich, I'm a made bitch 

It's funny, how you bitches forget who the don-ga-gun bitch? 

Filthy rich and I don't hate, I still throw on some Sean John shit 

Ears all rocking, ankle frostbit 

Fox to cocky, nigga, know your place 

Nigga won't fuck this til I cop a case 

Face no dudes in this shit, I'm a classy bitch 

A niggas style and my dot six shits 

Before I run through Prada and skate through the district 

Niggas wanna see me on some real flip shit 

Cop my biscuit on some fuck-a-do shit 

What? Niggas forgot that I'm a BK bitch 

And it gets no iller than this, cocksucker 

Is it the rocks on my wrist that got you amazed? 

Or the cars that I whip that got you dazed? 

Or the way I be lookin' when I rock my braids 

And of course y'all know, my niggas amazed 

So fuck what you heard, it's simple and plain 

Benzino cock back shit to shock your brain 

Can't stop that 'til I lock this game 

Won't hold back, I want lots of fame 

Picture this 

Who the fuck, niggas think they are? 

F O X Y pull niggas car 

Niggas got to meet me at the bar 

Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding off 

Picture that 

Who the fuck chicks think they are? 

M A D E pulls bitches cars 

Hookas better meet us at the bar 

We ain't gon shop, unless its on and pop 

Y'all niggas kill me tryin' to bang on wax 

Fake gangstas, my shit bang on tracks 

And before you know it, dude, I be bangin' your act 

You not a real thug, I mean, she told me that 

And don't get it twisted 'cause I hold the gat 

Don't try and risk it, I won't hold it back 

Me, Benzino, kill you over a bitch? 

What? Picture that 

Picture this 

Who the fuck, niggas think they are? 

F O X Y pull niggas car 

Niggas got to meet me at the bar 

Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding off 

Picture that 

Who the fuck chicks think they are? 

M A D E pulls bitches cars 

Hookas better meet us at the bar 

We ain't gon shop, unless its on and pop