Migos & Future – Picasso Lyrics

Migos & Future – Picasso Lyrics
Picasso
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    "Picasso." - Migos & Future

    Album: Culture III (Quavo's Way) - EP
    Track No: 04
    (Yeah)
    Yeah, yeah
    (Yeah) DJ Durel
    (Pluto)
    Put a fifty round on that Glock
    Plush leather when you droppin' the top
    I push a button, now I can't stop
    I'm doin' doughnuts, turnin' out the lot
    Stayin' vibed out at the spot
    A meal ticket when I pop out
    Feedin' all the trill bitches lobster
    I'm doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
    I made a full 360 outta the apartments
    I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
    I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs with orphans
    I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
    I need biscotti, gotta smoke by the forest
    Got a flock of 10's, like an arsenal
    This shit makin' a **** phenomenal
    Put the energy on you, you elevate
    Put the cut on the fetti and sellin' it
    Spend the money on me, you inhalin' it
    There's a lot designers to recommend
    Put the racks in 'Rarri, then I'm ridin' in it
    To the dealers to get on the promise land
    Grip the 30 and steel with the other hand (Skrrt)
    Addicted to birdies and rubber bands
    Dividin' the brick with the scissor hands
    Balenciaga racks in the shoe box (Shoe box)
    Upgrade the bando with new locks (New locks)
    Pockets stay loaded, guwop (Guwop)
    Look at my drip, this a new drop
    Smokin' on forrest, Za Za (Exotic)
    Drinkin', I'm pourin', all mine (Drink)
    Them **** is borin', not mud (Mud)
    Sendin' off a hundred shots (Shots)
    Wet the flo' like a mop
    Spinnin' in soccer vans, hot box
    Shoes so dirty from runnin' from cops
    Momma said sit down before you get shot (Momma)
    Young **** havin' a sit down, 'cause the business here with the mob (Business)
    Young **** out here runnin' 'round, fifteen years old with a glock (Young ****)
    Young **** out here wildin' with that stick, I told him move smart (Stick)
    Young **** havin' a sit down, 'cause the business here with the mob
    Button up, I'm comin' sharp (Sharp), just a young **** with a plot
    Put surveillance all on the spot (Soo)
    Put a fifty ball in one knot (Yeah)
    Put a fifty round on that Glock
    Plush leather when you droppin' the top
    I push a button, now I can't stop
    I'm doin' doughnuts, turnin' out the lot
    Stayin' vibed out at the spot
    A meal ticket when I pop out
    Feedin' all the trill bitches lobster
    I'm doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
    I made a full 360 outta the apartments
    I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
    I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs with orphans
    I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
    I need biscotti, gotta smoke by the forest
    Got a flock of 10's, like an arsenal
    This shit makin' a **** phenomenal (Takeoff)
    Put the energy on you, you elevate
    When I count up a check, it's to motivate (Motivate)
    For all of my ****, ain't got it tryna make another way (Get it)
    Lookin' at cars and stars like damn, I'm gonna be rich one day (Rich)
    You place your order from over the border, it can get shipped that way (Ship it)
    (Hey)
    We never settlin', walk with a felony (Settlin')
    I like a thick bitch with melanin (Felony, melanin)
    We got mansions with camera surveillance (Surveillance)
    Look at the stars in the Wraith, I see aliens (Aliens)
    I could dunk on your bitch, but I laid it in (Laid it in)
    Bought her Birkins, bought her the wagon, Benz (Wagon Benz)
    Outer space with this money, on Saturn (Saturn)
    Told the bitch ride this shit, gon' and saddle in (Saddle in)
    I been the **** that's gettin' it (Get it)
    If I had started, I gotta finish (Finish it)
    Never switch up on the business
    'Cause when you start, that's when it diminish (Diminish)
    I went and copped me a link
    But it's not the Cuban, it's an infinity (Infinity)
    Pull out, he's shakin' and tremblin' (Tremblin')
    These **** sweeter than cinnamon (Sweet)
    (Hey)
    I took the bitch out to Tiffany's (Tiffany's)
    Bezel twinkle, this shit sickenin' (Twinkle)
    The money been talkin', I'm listenin' (Listenin')
    The switch on the glock, bullets whistlin'
    Two-door Lambo, that shit Listerine (Listerine)
    The chopper gon' blow em' to 'miserines ('Miserines)
    Load up the bando with 'phetamine ('Phetamine)
    The dope, it's gettin' service from Medellin (Medellin)
    Put a fifty round on that Glock
    Plush leather when you droppin' the top
    I push a button, now I can't stop
    I'm doin' doughnuts, turnin' out the lot
    Stayin' vibed out at the spot
    A meal ticket when I pop out
    Feedin' all the trill bitches lobster
    I'm doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
    I made a full 360 outta the apartments
    I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
    I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs with orphans
    I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
    I need biscotti, gotta smoke by the forest
    Got a flock of 10's, like an arsenal
    This shit makin' a **** phenomenal
    Put the energy on you, you elevate

    Writer(s): Daryl McPherson, Denis Berger, Kiari Cephus, Kirshnick Ball, Nayvadius Wilburn, Quavious Keyate Marshall & Tchakalla Anthony Romeo.

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