- PICASSO 歌詞 Eli Fross Jay Critch King Von Sheff G
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- Eli Fross Jay Critch King Von Sheff G
- [Intro: Sheff G]
Great John on the beat by the way
Look, huh
[Verse 1: Sheff G]
Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (Gang, gang, gang), yeah
Picasso couldnt even picture this, huh
Now my pockets never anorexic
Catch me in a big body whip, huh
And Im ridin round with the roof off
Got this baddy toppin shit, huh
And 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 Im Trayvon
But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit
Rainin from these bows, watch these colors drip
You aint get it then, but youll get it now, nigga
(You aint get it now, you aint get it now, look)
I just keep switchin the flow up
Look, you wasnt there for the rain
You wasnt there through the storm
All this ragell make a nigga back out
Dont get blicked, baow, nigga
Aint no vet when I put your dawg down
He get grrt, baow nigga
Aint no buck now
[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Lookin like I hit a lick, still be on the strip
I got money, and Ill still take the risk
Tell the shooters go and put him on a list
Fore I ever seen Runtz takin packs to the mid
Im 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)
Opps watchin they still up on our dick
All that shootin they said that they doin, they still aint 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 aint 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 out 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
[Verse 3: King Von]
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 (Damn)
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, I bought that, nigga (Boom, boom)
Im from the projects, nigga (Projects nigga)
Father was a gunshot victim
Thats how I know them gunshots vicious
So Im shootin first and Im not missin
I get in contact with it (Contact)
So much smoke, catch contact, nigga
Make his mama get in contact with me
Four-five kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga
Boy, I got the drop and you stay
Im 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
[Verse 4: Eli Fross]
Aint no bold now, aint 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, brrat'
Shut the **** up, you bacon
Dont got time for a bitch, I just need cat
Married to the money, Im taken
Married to the money, Im taken
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 aint no racist
Huh, yeah, I aint no racist
My money is colorful, I aint no racist
Huh, yeah, I aint no racist
We ridin round in the big body
Huh, Sheff movin big wocky
All gas, no brakes, you cant 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 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
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