[Lyrics] Migos – Picasso (ft Future) Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah, yeah (DJ Durel)
(Yeah, Pluto)
Put a fifty round in that Glock
Plush leather when you droppin’ the top
I push a button, now I can’t stop
I’m doin’ donuts, turnin’ out the lot
Stayin’ vibed out at the spot
A mill’ ticket when I pop out
Feedin’ all the trill bitches lobster
I’m doin’ Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the ‘partment
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 a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit makin’ a nigga 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 (suu)
If you ride Ferrari, then I’m ridin’ in it (skrrt, skrrt)
To the dealers to get on the promise land
Grip the thirty 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 forest, ZaZa (exotic)
Drinkin’, I’m pourin’, all mine (drink)
Them niggas is borin’, not mud (mud)
Sendin’ off a hundred shots (shots)
Wet the floor like a mop
Spinnin’ in soccer vans, hot box
Shoes so dirty from runnin’ from cops
Mama said sit down ‘fore you get shot (mama)
Young nigga havin’ a sit down
‘Cause the business here with the mob (business)
Young niggas out here runnin’ round
Fifteen years old with a Glock (young nigga)
Young nigga runnin’ ’round wildin’ with that stick
I told him move smart (stick)
Young nigga havin’ a sit down
‘Cause the business here with the mob (yeah)
Button it up, I’m comin’ sharp (sharp)
Just a young nigga with a plot
Put surveillance all on the spot (suu)
Put a fifty ball in one knot (yeah)
Put a fifty round in that Glock
Plush leather when you droppin’ the top
I push a button, now I can’t stop
I’m doin’ donuts, turnin’ out the lot
Stayin’ vibed out at the spot
A mill’ ticket when I pop out
Feedin’ all the trill bitches lobster
I’m doin’ Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the ‘partment
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 a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit makin’ a nigga phenomenal (Takeoff)
Put the energy on you, you elevate
When I count up a check, it’s to motivate (motivate)
For all of my niggas, ain’t gotta try to make another way (get it)
Lookin’ 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)
We never settlin’ (settlin’)
Walk with the felony (felony)
I like a thick bitch 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 bitch, but I laid it in (laid it in)
Bought her Birkins then 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 nigga 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 shakin’ and tremblin’ (tremblin’)
These niggas 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 miserine (miserine)
Load up the bando with ‘Phetamine (‘Phetamine)
The dope, it’s gettin’ service from Medellín (Medellín)
Put a fifty round in that Glock
Plush leather when you droppin’ the top
I push a button, now I can’t stop
I’m doin’ donuts, turnin’ out the lot
Stayin’ vibed out at the spot
A mill’ ticket when I pop out
Feedin’ all the trill bitches lobster
I’m doin’ Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the ‘partments
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 a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit makin’ a nigga phenomenal
Put the energy on you, you elevate