Future - Picasso lyrics

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Future - Picasso lyrics

[Intro: Quavo & Future] Yeah, yeah, yeah (DJ Durel) (Yeah, Pluto) [Chorus: Future & Quavo] Put a fifty round on that Glock Plush leather when you dropping the top I push a bu*ton, now I can't stop I'm doing donuts, turning out the lot Staying vibed out at the spot A mill' ticket when I pop out Feeding all the trill b*tches lobster I'm doing Marni and Stella McCartney I made a full 360 out the 'partments I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait I'm getting money, taking drugs with orphans I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started I need biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest Got a flock of ten, like an arsenal (Yeah) This sh*t making a ni**a phenomenal Put the energy on you, you еlevate [Verse 1: Future & Quavo] Put the cut on Fеtti and sellin' it Spend the money on me, you inhaling it There's a lot designers to recommend (Suu) Put the racks in 'Rari, then I'm riding in it (Skrrt, skrrt) To the dealers to get on the promise land [Verse 2: Quavo] Grip the thirty and steel with the other hand (Skrrt) Addicted to birdies and rubber bands (Brr) Dividing 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 Smoking on forest, ZaZa (Exotic) Drinking, I'm pouring, all mine (Drink) Them ni**as is boring, not mud (Mud) Sending off a hundred shots (Shots) Wet the floor like a mop Spinnin' in soccer vans, hot box Shoes so dirty from running from cops Mama said sit down 'fore you get shot (Mama) Young ni**a havin' a sit down 'cause the business here with the mob (Business) Young ni**as out here runnin' round, fifteen years old with a Glock (Young ni**a) Young ni**a running 'round wilding with that stick, I told him move smart (Stick) Young ni**a havin' a sit down 'cause the business here with the mob (Yeah) bu*ton it up, I'm coming sharp (Sharp) Just a young ni**a with a plot Put surveillance all on the spot (Soo) Put a fifty ball in one knot (Yeah) [Chorus: Future & Takeoff] Put a 50 round in that Glock Plush leather when you dropping the top I push a bu*ton, now I can't stop I'm doing donuts, turning out the lot Staying vibed out at the spot A mill' ticket when I pop out Feeding all the trill b*tches lobsters I'm doing Marni and Stella McCartney I made a full 360 out the 'partments I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait I'm getting money, taking drugs with orphans I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started I need biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest Got a flock of ten, like an arsenal This sh*t making a ni**a phenomenal (Takeoff) Put the energy on you, you elevate [Verse 3: Takeoff & Offset] When I count up a check, it's to motivate (Motivate) For all of my ni**as, ain't gotta try to make another way (Get it) Looking at cars and stars like damn, I'ma be rich one day (Rich) You place your order from over the border, it can get shipped that way (Ship it, hey) [Verse 4: Offset] We never settlin' (Settlin') Walk with the felony (Felony) I like a thick b*tch with melanin (Melanin) We got mansions with camera surveillance (Surveillance) Look at the stars in the Wraith, I see aliens (Aliens) I could dunk on your b*tch, 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 b*tch ride this sh*t, go on saddle in (Saddle in) [Verse 5: Takeoff & Offset] I been the ni**a that's getting 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 shaking and trembling (Trembling) These ni**as sweeter than cinnamon (Sweet, hey) [Verse 6: Offset] I took the b*tch out to Tiffany's (Tiffany's) Bezel twinkle, this sh*t sickening (Twinkle) The money been talking, I'm listening (Listening) The switch on the Glock, bullets whistling (*whistle*) Two-door Lambo, that sh*t Listerine (Listerine) The chopper gon' blow em' to misery (Misery) Load up the bando with 'phetamine ('Phetamine) The dope, it's getting service from Medellín (Medellín) [Chorus: Future] Put a 50 round in that Glock Plush leather when you dropping the top I push a bu*ton, now I can't stop I'm doing donuts, turning out the lot Staying vibed out at the spot A mill' ticket when I pop out Feeding all the trill b*tches lobsters I'm doing Marni and Stella McCartney I made a full 360 out the 'partments I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait I'm getting money, taking drugs with orphans I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started I need biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal This sh*t making a ni**a phenomenal Put the energy on you, you elevate