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PICASSO

by Jay Critch

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(Great John on the beat by the way) Look, huh Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it? Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh Now my pockets never anorexic Catch me in a big body whip, huh And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off Got this baddie toppin' shit, huh In my hood, get folded 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 Trayvon But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit Rainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip) You ain't get it then, 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 (just keep switchin' the flow up) Look, you wasn't there for the rain You wasn't there through the storm (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 glit, baow nigga Ain't no buck now here Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk Tell the shooters go and put him on a list Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg) I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey) Bro saw that nigga through the tint And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom) Eyes watchin', they still up on our dick All that shootin' they said that they doin' They still ain't make a hit (no) Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips) Ayy, 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 (glaow, baow) Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps (Ride through the hood with like two straps) Ride in the coupe and put the roof back We hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom) 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 hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked) Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom) I'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga) Father was a gunshot victim That's how I know them gunshots vicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom) So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin' I get in contact with it (contact) So much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga) Make his mama get in contact with me .45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom) Boy, I got the drop where you stay (drop) I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today Should I take the Glock or the K? (Glock) They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K (boom boom) I pulled up with nothin' to say (squad) He in danger, could tell by my face Started stutterin', pleadin' his case Problem solved, with no other way (boom boom) Uh, ain't a bug 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 She seein' the moves, her heart must be racin' 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 Look, she givin' me good knowledge We paved that wave, we wave starters Huh, all drippy like water Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water

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