Pay 4 It / Picture Me Rolling by Snap Capone
Pay 4 It / Picture Me Rolling by Snap Capone

Pay 4 It / Picture Me Rolling

Snap Capone * Track #10 On Return of the Shooter 2

Pay 4 It / Picture Me Rolling Lyrics

[PART I]

[Hook]
I robbed me a box, didn't pay for it
Rob my watch, you're gon' pay for it
In Hatton, all cash when I pay for it
Tell that bitch "you want this D, you gotta pay for it"
I robbed me a box, didn't pay for it
Rob my watch, you're gon' pay for it
In Hatton, all cash when I pay for it
Tell that bitch "you want this D, you gotta pay for it"

[Verse 1]
Fresh outta jail, two bricks and some scales
Tom Ford tee but the kicks are Chanel
These scales that I use could weigh a whole whale
I cook it so well
Let it lock when it drops, that's crack in a pot
Charge thirty for a key, that's the price of my watch
Nigga if it's beef, the same price I'll get you dropped
Infrared beam on the Glock
Free my nigga Stroll, tailored seats in the Vogue
I don't do much, I just get dough
Nike shoe box, thirty-six O's
Penthouse suite, thirty-six hoes
These are Amiri's
Serving at servery, turn a half a key into a birdie
I heard niggas wanna merk me
Click, clack, score goals, Van Persie

[Hook]
I robbed me a box, didn't pay for it
Rob my watch, you're gon' pay for it
In Hatton, all cash when I pay for it
Tell that bitch "you want this D, you gotta pay for it"
I robbed me a box, didn't pay for it
Rob my watch, you're gon' pay for it
In Hatton, all cash when I pay for it
Tell that bitch "you want this D, you gotta pay for it"

[Verse 2]
Going against the team, that's the wrong move
I've got the penger, floods strips like a monsoon
Free my nigga H, that nigga home soon
I keep the stick nozzle longer than a long broom
Waiting in your house, I'm in the front room
The way I break a brick, call it kung-fu
Niggas talking riding, you ain't stepped yet
I let the TEC rip, I don't do death threats
I've never met another killer like me
I've never met a bitch that didn't like me
I was out shooting niggas nightly
But still tryna see Jannah like Kylie
All my niggas here, they ain't died yet
All you niggas talk, you ain't ride yet
These niggas don't scare me, not the slightest
Niggas hungry, I've got bullets you can digest

[Hook]
I robbed me a box, didn't pay for it
Rob my watch, you're gon' pay for it
In Hatton, all cash when I pay for it
Tell that bitch "you want this D, you gotta pay for it"
I robbed me a box, didn't pay for it
Rob my watch, you're gon' pay for it
In Hatton, all cash when I pay for it
Tell that bitch "you want this D, you gotta pay for it"

[Verse 3]
I'm in the RS5, same colour as sperm
If it's not money then I'm not concerned
Let the .44 give him a perm, burn his scalp
We can do this on stage, backstage, Jeremy Kyle
All my niggas squeeze for P's, me and Rock Obama
We're like Saddam and Osama
Me, Gus and Dex, summertime in Ghana
I'll do life three times if you violate Palmer
Pull up in the whips, looking like showbiz
Guns on hips, no holsters
Present for the hostess, guns in mouths like ulcers
Doctors checking pulses, Snap so impulsive
Red rum, you can catch one
I was sticking shit up with my cap gun
Ten years old, aimed and blow, Usain Bolt
Keep the shotty in my North Face coat
I get B then remix, my cocaine is the meanest
And nigga I mean it
Snap stay with the iron like I'm anaemic
I'll rock his boat until he's seasick
Hop him, swerve the whip, German shit
German sticks, Spanish chick, Colombian coke
Guns on roads, hit lungs and throats
Chests and heads, guaranteed death
How many left? Bring it where your family rest
A tragedy, yes

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