Get The Picture Lyrics – Rob49

Read the full Get The Picture lyrics by Rob49 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Rob49’s music, you can also explore By My Side and Supposedly, two other songs by Rob49.

[Intro: Rob49]
(Thanks, Yakree)
Yeah
The biggest in this s*it, man, yeah
We living like Scarface and ‘nem (Phew)
Money and houses, four hours ’til you feel me, I swear to God (Phew, phew)
Huh

[Verse 1: Rob49]
I’m putting a pole inside the front room, n!gga, living like a n!gga pimping (Phew)
Blue on me, but I ain’t Cripping, make n!ggas think I’m kin to Nipsey
Catch a b!tch in a club, I shoot, she miss, this b!tch done missed her ticket, yeah

I been on pills for four months straight, I’m tryna kick it, kick it, kick it, yeah
Living like Scarface, neck on Pave, I’ve never torn it up, yeah
Brodie keep that iron like Iron Man, call him Tony Stark, yeah
Brodie on his grind like he do skating, call him Tony Hawk, yeah
If I ever catch a n!gga ever a flaw, I’m calling out his flaw, yeah
Put that munyun in my hand, hudreds wrapped up, rubber band, yeah
Get him zapped up in that can, fu*k ol’ dude b!tch, what you saying?, yeah
I be judging hoes off who they fu*king, b!tch, you fu*king fans, yeah
Out the project if he ain’t playing ball, you playing with pots and pans, yeah
Dressing like a scammer, yeah, I ain’t the type to cuff a b!tch (What?)
I done cramped my hand up, yeah, thumbing through blues of dog s*it (Alright)
B!tch told me to call her ’cause she need money, I still ain’t call yet, yeah
This b!tch think she tall when I flex some muscles on a dog, b!tch, yeah
Yeah

[Bridge: Birdman & Rob49]
You understand me (The biggest in this s*it, phew)
Ain’t nothing need to be told (Bird popping s*it), this s*it need to be sold, yeah
Let’s get it, young blood (The biggest in this s*it)
Hermès, foreign s*it (Exactly), hundred-inch TVs, yeah
Fu*k out of here, boy (Exactly, woo, woo)
Really do this s*it for Ms. Gladys (Pop your s*it then, yeah)
We’ll give em’ all the business they want too, yeah
Come on, 4, fu*k these n!ggas, boy (Biggest)

[Verse 2: Rob49]
Look, told the b!tch she on her cycle, then put it in your ass (Yeah, your ass)
Brodie selling crack and I ain’t talking ass crack (Alright)
I done sold a thousand Ps before I sign to ASCAP, yeah
I bought fifteen different whips in one year, that’s straight facts, yeah
And I’m in my bag, l’m sitting hard, them n!ggas mad, yeah
Go ask Birdman, I’ll spend a fifty on my mans, yeah
Me and all my dogs on twenty chains, we ain’t sharing (Biggest)
I done seen more rap n!ggas act like me than Lil Wayne, yeah

[Outro: Birdman & Rob49]
PJ, ‘Yami (‘Yami right now)
Huh, we call Miami Yami, boy (You heard ’em)
Sitting on them big boy toys (You feel me?)
You understand me?
Doing a buck in the water (Buck in the water, you hear me?)
Huh, on them Yachts (Yachts), bad b!tches in the building (You heard?)
Yeah, we doing it like that (Run that s*it, n!gga)
Cristal, popping bottles (Fu*k you, n!gga)