There's all these bitches screaming
better Picture Me Rollin'
but them bitches is stolen
But I'm stacking my paper,
I need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming Tupac back,
There's all these btiches screaming
Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq
Soon as I hit the the hood they
screaming who got whacked
It's a recession on the work,
I'm screaming who got crack
riding on my motherfucking enemies
Sliding in the back screamin
Ten bitches and they dime so
Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze
nigga play with my money my shooter's lifting his soul
Forty kick like in soccer,
Bitch I'm like John Wall cause
Plotting on this new seven,
Pockets look like they pregnant be
cause them bitches is swollen
all them snitches could hold em
Look at them motherfucking wheels,
There's all these bitches
screaming that Tupac back
better Picture Me Rollin'
but them bitches is stolen
But I'm stacking my paper, I
need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming Tupac back,
There's all these btiches screaming
Catch the nigga that did it,
and we gon' carry his head
Talking Death Row records,
Let it burn, I'm screaming
no hesitation we can't even get a turn
Got my Mackaveli CD then I
Grabbed my Mac above the dresser,
I'm dreaming spitting with Pac,
Try to send me upstate with
sleeping, my knife in the bed
They got a nigga on point like
there's a price on my head
got me knocking suckers and they back
In the cell, raising hell,
tryna get back to the trap
But don't ever get it twisted it's Meek Mill,
Plus somebody said they seen it and they
mean it so they steady screaming
There's all these bitches screaming
better Picture Me Rollin'
but them bitches is stolen
But I'm stacking my paper,
I need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming Tupac back,
There's all these btiches screaming