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Sheff G, King Von, Jay Critch & Eli Fross – Picasso Lyrics

Picasso By Sheff G

Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (Gang, gang, gang), yeah
Picasso couldn’t even picture this, huh
Now my pockets never end, an erection
Catch me in a big body whip, huh
And I’m ridin’ ’round with the roof off
Got this baddy toppin’ shit, huh
And my hood afford it like a futon
Still no comfort in this bitch, huh
Rappin’ just a niche, look
Know they watchin’ shit, huh
So my hoodie on like I’m Treyvon
But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit
Rainin’ from these bows, watch these colors drip
You ain’t get a day, but you’ll get it now, nigga
(You ain’t get it now, you ain’t get it now, look)
I just keep switchin’ the flow up
Look, you wasn’t there for the rain
You wasn’t there through the storm
All this rage’ll make a nigga back out
Don’t get blicked, baow, nigga
Ain’t no vet when I put your dawg down
He get blicked, baow nigga
Ain’t no buck now

Lookin’ like I hit a lick, still be on the strip
I got money, and I’ll still take the risk
Tell the shooters go and put him on a list
‘Fore I ever seen Runtz takin’ packs to the mid
I’m thinkin’, I steal it and make a flip (hey)
Bro saw that nigga through the tint
And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)
I was watchin’ they still up on our dick
All that shootin’ they said that they doin’
They still ain’t make a hit
Diamonds shinin’, that bitch could have made a wish
Bag heavy, doin’ sit-up with the checks (sit-up with the checks)
We ain’t get it then, but we get it now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)
Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou’ in them (hey)
Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)
Got it out of the dirt for sure (Dirt for sure)
Lot of shooters I was searchin’ for (searchin’ for)
They release it with perfect form
Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps
Ridin’ the coupe with the roof back
We hit his top and put his roof back

Old bitch ass nigga (Bitch ass nigga)
Snitch ass nigga (Old snitch ass nigga)
Brick ass nigga (Old brick ass nigga)
Used to be gang and flipped ass nigga
Hate these soft ass niggas
Quit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)
Run and get hoed ass nigga
Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)
I’m from the projects, nigga (projects nigga)
Thought there was a gunshot victim
That’s how I know them gunshots vicious
So I’m shootin’ first and I’m not missin’
I get in contact with it (contact)
So much smoke, catch contact, nigga
Make his momma get in contact with me
For a fact, kick him on the Kombat, nigga
Boy, I got the drop and you stay
I’m gettin’ impatient, might get him today
Should I take the Glock or the K?
They be deep at his house, so I’m takin’ the K
I pulled up with nothin’ to say
He in danger, could tell by my face
Started stutterin’, pleadin’ his case
Problem solved, with no other way

Ain’t no bold now, ain’t it?
Ridin’ ’round town with a big ol’ grip in my lap
These bullets gon’ have shit bakin’
Movin’ like a pig, this shit gon’ go “Brrt, brrt”
Shut the fuck up, you bacon
Don’t got time for a bitch, I just need cat
Married to the money, I’m takin’
Married to the money, I’m takin’
Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces
You seein’ the moves, I’m almost erasin’
You know Fross a doctor, ’cause she is my patient
Money is colorful, I ain’t no racist
Huh, yeah, I ain’t no racist
My money is colorful, I ain’t no racist
Huh, yeah, I ain’t no racist
We ridin’ ’round in the big body
Huh, Sheff movin’ big wocky
All gas, no brakes, you can’t stop us
Huh, move funny, the .8 got him
She gave me brain, a real scholar
She givin’ me good knowledge
We paved that way, we way starters
Huh, all trippy like water
Trippy like water, trippy like water, trippy like water
Trippy like water, trippy like water, trippy like water
Trippy like water, trippy like water, trippy like water