Текст песни Ben Reilly - PhotoShoot

[Chorus]
How you turn gangsta off a photoshoot, photoshoot?
How you turn gangsta off a photoshoot, photoshoot?
How you turn gangsta off a photoshoot, photoshoot? (Yeah, yeah)
How you turn gangsta off a photoshoot, photoshoot?
How you turn gangsta off a photoshoot?
That ain't really you, dawg, we know the truth
That ain't really you, dawg, we know the truth
That ain't really you, dawg, we know the truth

[Verse 1]
Lights, camera, action
Pussy boy was hidin'
Credit card maxin'
Hoes on maxin' (Save)
You don't understand this swag 'cause I got this shit patent (Ayy)
Six parlor patent
I put the fact in faction
We was just in fashion week
Eatin' pita bread
Quickly made a hundred G's and gave my peeps the bread
Vinny ease ya head
Well, that's what Miss Keisha said
Your folks won't never speak to feds
If you keep your people fed
Wrist watch, don't you talk to me about a TikTok (Okay)
My brother did some bumps and stuff, this bumper off the gridlock
I discovered I could put up numbers off a rooftop
Bro be tryna flip-flop (What else?)
That's what got his friends shot (What else?)
Bitch, I'm not a star, so you don't want to start me (Yeah)
Okay, somebody lied 'cause I'm the one with car keys (Yeah)
I'm in the solar system playing air hockey (Yeah)
At mach speeds, my needs got speed, cock beat, ayy

[Chorus]
How you turn gangsta off a photoshoot? (Save)
How you turn gangsta off a photoshoot?
How you turn gangsta off a photoshoot?
How you turn gangsta off a photoshoot? (What else?)
How you turn gangsta off a photoshoot? (What else?)
That ain't really you, dawg, we know the truth (What else?)
That ain't really you, dawg, we know the truth (Yeah)
That ain't really you, dawg, we know the truth

[Post-Chorus]
Marquis, diamonds, ho, nobody peaced the piss
Mama got his stick and it match his fits
Everybody pissed, flipping mattresses
Get it how you live, just don't leak your addresses
Gonna leave me out your diss?
I leak for explicit, phone to illicit funds
And I ran with ones who attack that licks
My new bitch got a platinum wrist
And a platinum car, or a [?] wig
And a plaque this quick, I don't lack in shit
If I tap this switch, then the attitude flip
My longitude and my latitude lit, aight?

[Verse 2]
Jump out the Porsche and I hit new heights (Save)
I just bought you Jimmy Choo, ho, 'cause I'm tight (Ayy)
I peeped your stolen philosophy and just weren't right (Bitch)
I can't even see your diamonds in the new light
A, B, C, I've been popping since the B.C
Erahood of B.G's since I was a B.G
Keep this shit alive, there's too much heaven on you weekly
Pussy housewife, I get to leaking out your nee-nee, photoshoot

[Outro]
Photoshoot, photoshoot
Photoshoot, photoshoot
Photoshoot, photoshoot (Ayy)
Photoshoot, photoshoot (Yeah)
Photoshoot, photoshoot, ayy, bitch
Photoshoot (Hol' up, bitch), photoshoot, ayy, bitch
Photoshoot (Hol' up bitch), ayy, bitch, photoshoot, ayy, bitch
Photoshoot (Hol' up bitch), ayy, bitch, photoshoot (Hol' up bitch)
Photoshoot, ayy, bitch, photoshoot