Lyrics Picasso - Leeky Bandz, Gunna

Picasso

Nah, no, I turn your bitch to a maid
You niggas ridin' our wave
I’ma just ride on her face
Who let the beasts out the cage?
Twenty chains on, I’m a slave
Outfit on me look like Bape
I gotta drip to the grave
Ayy, whoa, yeah, I put that bitch on a wave, yeah
All of my niggas get paid, yeah
All of these feel like a slave, yeah
Whoa, yeah, I run this shit like a race, yeah
Low-top Gucci with the snakes, yeah
I put you boys on a wave, yeah
Whoa, yeah, came a long way from the trenches
Got some regrets, everyone knows and some sinnin'
All of these Hunnids can’t fuck in my denim
She wanna fuck, then let’s get it, hey
All on the sneakers, I call her 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 and forget 'em, hey
My new crib came with a million
She poured a fourth like I’m sick
It’s thirty-five for a brick
Watch how I’m whippin' my wrist
I 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 wanna fuck her and her friend
Ayy, ayy, got some racks in the bank (Racks in the bank)
Smoke gas like a tank (Gas like a tank)
Got a pint of some a drink (Pint of some drink)
Lock on his head (Lock on)
Icy watch with the date (Icy, icy)
Yeah, Picasso, I paint (Picasso, I paint)
You niggas cannot relate (Cannot relate)
Nah, no, I turn your bitch to a maid
You niggas ridin' our wave
I’ma just ride on her face
Who let the beasts out the cage?
Twenty chains on, I’m a slave
Outfit on me look like Bape
I gotta drip to the grave
Wait, whoa, yeah, I take your bitch to the stars
She ain’t know it was a Wraith
Different colors out in space
We takin' trips out of state
I ain’t artist, I paint
Mr. Off-White with the Bape
Fly you out if you a snake
Change my outfits like the date
I fuck her but she ain’t the same
Forty-pointers in my chain
All this water make it rain
Bring the water fountain, bezel
We the ones that is the wettest
I can’t lose, I’m from the gutter
Whatever they say, we don’t trust 'em
Lust on a bitch, I don’t love 'em
Runnin' this shit like a runner
Bitch, it’s Lil' Leeky and Gunn
Real bosses do what they want, and
My hitta gon' shoot if he wanna
Ayy, ayy, got some racks in the bank (Racks in the bank)
Smoke gas like a tank (Gas like a tank)
Got a pint of some a drink (Pint of some drink)
Lock on his head (Lock on)
Icy watch with the date (Icy, icy)
Yeah, Picasso, I paint (Picasso, I paint)
You niggas cannot relate (Cannot relate)
Nah, no, I turn your bitch to a maid
You niggas ridin' our wave
I’ma just ride on her face
Who let the beasts out the cage?
Twenty chains on, I’m a slave
Outfit on me look like Bape
I gotta drip to the grave