[ Featuring BrimBeatz ]
But honestly, man, f*ck that shit, nah
F*ck that shit, it's your boy, Piccaso
P Domingo shit
Where we at with it chi town
Where we at with it brim
Let's go, ah
Let's try some quick trap shit
You know what I'm sayin
Yo, bitch, don't f*ck around with the pendant
Call me Piccaso emphasis on the P-shit
Round and round in a whip
Catch it, you like it
300 on jackets, 300 on chains
Off of the bracket, switch up my vowels
You better lock it
If you got splishes, stick it in your pocket
Maybe go space, launch it like a rocket
Ah, said that I smoke too much
I be like hell yeah
Can't get that hoe but my man can
Damn, I think you a fan, damn
Goddamn, roll up my blunt
Two freaks so mine is a slut
Got a sprite in my double, my cup
Lil' bitch, I've been goin' up
I can't feel my face from all these drugs
Bitch, I'm wasted, goddamn
We got some shit to do
I got some more for you, like, right here, wait a minute
Like, bitch, the f*ck is your deal
Like, bitch, like, what did you want
Like bitch, like, what did you feel
Like bitch I gave you my all
Baby, it ain't what it seems
Baby, I know idk what he said here
I can't even like no bitch
The f*ck do you mean
I can't even like no bitch
The f*ck do you see
I can't have no kid, bitch
The f*ck do you mean
The f*ck is this ratchet hoe talking bout
I enjoy being back, appreciate y'all, peace
Elysium, crazy, Picasso the name
Domingo my tag, my uncle to blame
Like, what is he sayin? Like, why do you hate
I gave you my all and still you gon' play
I hit you from the back to the tag to my right
Jab, talkin' out your ass, cus I said I was like that
Bitch, I'm so stuck with your yappin' and cappin
Said I was peaceful, but homie just smashed ass
Screamin' out my name like it's some type of contest
Writin' out my name on your shirt, on your right breast
Sayin' that I'm cursed, but I know that I'm big blessed
A hundred on shirts, that my grandmother heat pressed
They're like, play wit the rules, I'm changing the rules
I'm hangin' with sheep, I'm hangin' with wolves
I'm doin' this shit that I enjoy to do
If I'm hundred on jackets, I'm hundred on shoes
Usin' my life, it's useful two loose
A lot of these labels, they sleepin' in snooze
Triple beat start I'm feelin' like Snoop
Or maybe Pharrell, shit, what do I do
Runnin' these streets like you runnin' the cleats
I'm sellin' some coke, Elysium tees
Fallin and ballin, first part, it's like Lee
Second, it's kyrie
Sayin' I smoke too much, I be like hell yeah
Can't get that hoe but my man can
Stay on my dick, you a fan, damn
Goddamn, I'm rolling my blunts
Two freaks and both of them sluts
Blah blah blah blah blah blah bla blah
Lil' bitch, I keep goin' up
