Picasso (feat. Gunna)

(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

Aye, aye, got some racks in the bank

Smoke gas like a tank

Got a passion for drank

I fuck with Zay

Icy watch with the date

Yeah, Picasso, I paint

You **** cannot relate

Nah, ooh, I turn your bitch to a maid

You **** ridin' our wave

I'ma just ride in the Wraith

Who let the beast out the cage?

Twenty chains on, I'm a slave

Outfit on me lookin' like beige

I gotta drip till the grave

Aye, woah, yeah

I put that bitch on a wave, yeah

All of my **** get paid, yeah

All of these bitches like a slave, yeah

Woah, yeah

I run this shit like a race, yeah

Low-top Gucci with the snakes, yeah

I put you boys on a wave, yeah

Woah, yeah

Came a long way from the trenches

Got some regrets and Lord knows I'm still sinnin'

All of these hunnids can't fit in my denims

She wanna fuck, then let's get it, hey

Order the sneakers, I call up Raf Simons

Run up that check with no limit, hey

You fall in love with these hoes, I get all kind of women

Hit twice, then forget 'em, hey

My new crib came with a maid

She pour the four like I'm sick

It's thirty-five for a brick

Watch how I whip with my wrist

I'll put some bread on your head

Watch how that money don't stay

Money gon' pull out with me

We move like Lilo and Stitch

I'm smokin' gas out the zip

I'm gon' fuck her and her friend

Aye, aye, got some racks in the bank

Smoke gas like a tank

Got a passion for drank

I fuck with Zay

Icy watch with the date

Yeah, Picasso, I paint

You **** cannot relate

Nah, ooh, I turn your bitch to a maid

You **** ridin' our wave

I'ma just ride in the Wraith

Who let the beast out the cage?

Twenty chains on, I'm a slave

Outfit on me lookin' like beige

I gotta drip till the grave

Wave, woah, yeah

I'll take your bitch to the stars

She ain't know it was a Wraith

Different car, knows outer space

We takin' trips outta state

I ain't a artist, I paint

Mr. Off-White with the Bape

Slimy, you all just deal with snakes

Change my outfits like the date

I fuck a bitch, she ain't the same

Forty pointers in my chain

All this water make it rain

Bring the waterfall and banners

We the ones, there ain't no others

I can't lose, I'm from the gutter

Whatever they say, we don't trust 'em

Bless on a bitch, I don't love 'em

Runnin' this shit like a runner

Bitches love Leeky and Gunna

Real bosses do what they wanna

My hitta gon' shoot if he wanna

Aye, aye, got some racks in the bank

Smoke gas like a tank

Got a passion for drank

I fuck with Zay

Icy watch with the date

Yeah, Picasso, I paint

You **** cannot relate

Nah, ooh, I turn your bitch to a maid

You **** ridin' our wave

I'ma just ride in the Wraith

Who let the beast out the cage?

Twenty chains on, I'm a slave

Outfit on me lookin' like beige

I gotta drip till the grave