leeky bandz – picasso lyrics
[intro: leeky bandz & gunna]
honorable c.n.o.t.e
leeky, gunna (go), yeah (yeah)
[chorus: gunna]
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, pic-sso, i paint (pic-sso, i paint)
you n-ggas cannot relate (cannot relate)
[post-chorus: gunna]
nah, no, i turn your b-tch to a maid
you n-ggas 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
[verse 2: leeky bandz]
ayy, whoa, yeah, i put that b-tch on a wave, yeah
all of my n-ggas get paid, yeah
all of these feel like a slave, yeah
whoa, yeah, i run this sh-t 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 f-ck in my denim
she wanna f-ck, 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 st-tch
i’m smokin’ gas out the zip
i wanna f-ck her and her friend
[chorus: gunna]
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, pic-sso, i paint (pic-sso, i paint)
you n-ggas cannot relate (cannot relate)
[post-chorus: gunna]
nah, no, i turn your b-tch to a maid
you n-ggas 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
[verse 2: leeky bandz]
wait, whoa, yeah, i take your b-tch to the stars
she ain’t know it was a wraith
different colors out in sp-ce
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 f-ck 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
l-st on a b-tch, i don’t love ’em
runnin’ this sh-t like a runner
b-tch, it’s lil’ leeky and gunn
real bosses do what they want, and
my hitta gon’ shoot if he wanna
[chorus: gunna]
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, pic-sso, i paint (pic-sso, i paint)
you n-ggas cannot relate (cannot relate)
[post-chorus: gunna]
nah, no, i turn your b-tch to a maid
you n-ggas 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
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