ROLLIN N CONTROLLIN, Pt.2 (PICTURE ME) Songtext
von Dusty Locane

Look, listen (I got Hitman on the beat)
Yeah, this that nina fever get you repeater, haha, ha
Look, 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 (down to ride)
Play with mines, you know we up the .9
Yeah, we into murder, homicide (murder)
All my niggas really built for war (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 (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 (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 (rollin′) (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 (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 (we slide)
I might hit a nigga on a glide
Talkin' like you tough, then you gotta die (you gotta)

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)