Picture Me Rollin TikTok Lyrics – DUSTY LOCANE

Picture Me Rollin TikTok Lyrics is sung by DUSTY LOCANE. Picture Me Rollin TikTok Lyrics is written by DUSTY LOCANE. The name of the song is ROLLIN N CONTROLLIN, PT.2 (PICTURE ME).

Song Details

Song Title ROLLIN N CONTROLLIN, PT.2 (PICTURE ME)
Singer DUSTY LOCANE
Songwriter DUSTY LOCANE

ROLLIN N CONTROLLIN, PT.2 (PICTURE ME) Lyrics

Look, listen (I got Hitman on the beat)
Yeah, this that nina fever get you repeater, haha, ha
Look, look

Don Dusty controllin’ (Controllin’)
Picture me rollin’
And my wrist is frozen (Frozen)
Carti’ my body, I’m chosen (Chosen)
Now I got her wide open (Wide open)
She off the Perky, she rollin’ (She wildin’)
And she ride for the gang (Gang)
She know that I’m rollin’ (She know it)

Pledge my allegiance to the five (To the fever)
All my niggas down to ride
Play with mines, you know we up the .9
Yeah we into murder, homicide
All my niggas really built for war
You take one of mine, we take five of yours (That’s a fact)
And we come in knockin’ at your door
Kickin’ it down, send you to the lord

Don Dusty controllin’ (Controllin’)
Picture me rollin’
And my wrist is frozen (Frozen)
Carti’ my body, I’m chosen (Chosen)
Now I got her wide open (Wide open)
She off the Perky, she rollin’ (She wildin’)
And she ride for the gang (Gang)
She know that I’m rollin’ (She know it)

Now we back on the fever (That’s the HQ)
Gotta walk with my nina (With my nina)
Know I can’t give her up, gotta keep her (Gotta keep her)
Say she love me, I do not believe her (Holy shit)
At the end of the day, she a treesha (She a treesha)
Cold world, keep a heater (Keep a heater)
If she want the pipe, I’ma feed her
Cold world, keep a heater (Keep a heater)

Don Dusty controllin’ (Controllin’)
Picture me rollin’
And my wrist is frozen (Frozen)
Carti’ my body, I’m chosen (Chosen)
Now I got her wide open (Wide open)
She off the Perky, she rollin’ (She wildin’)
And she ride for the gang (Gang)
She know that I’m rollin’ (She know it)

Check my temperature, always nine-five degrees
Walkin’ with the cannon that’s on me
Turn him into a duppy, lay deceased
No, I can’t wait ’til we meet (Baow, baow)
Load up the G, rob, been on plenty drills, know how we slide
I might hit a nigga on a glide
Talkin’ like you tough, then you gotta die

Don Dusty controllin’ (Controllin’)
Picture me rollin’
And my wrist is frozen (Frozen)
Carti’ my body, I’m chosen (Chosen)
Now I got her wide open (Wide open)
She off the Perky, she rollin’ (She wildin’)
And she ride for the gang (Gang)
She know that I’m rollin’ (She know it)

 

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