Benji Picasso - BIG ART

I paint pictures nigga, I make big art
I be with my dummies, but they big smart
I get super high, then I drift off
Damn they done went and got me pissed off
Big man toting heat he feel like Chris Bosh
Don't care what he say he not a big dog
It been so long, I came so far
From the sofa, now I'm so far
So up I can probably count like five stars
So bright I can probably get my shine on
Tony hawk I probably get my grind on
Free the mob that's who the fuck I grind for
Niggas all up in my business mind yours
Worried about the type of shit that I pour
Worried about the type of shit that I bought
Pull up with a different bitch cause I'm bored
These niggas sleep not snoring
Why you try shooting your shot you not Jordan
He only act like he hot when that Glock on him
Take it away and he pussy just pop on him
Young nigga been in the field like it's pop Warner
Like a little bitch who don't like her fit niggas not going
Bro he had grabbed him a pint of that Trish
And he drunk that shit straight
I'm like damn you don't need soda
This shit big gas, I be big choking
She got big ass, her shit big poking
They like why your pockets fat they big swollen
Issa Rae I beat her pussy broken
I wake up get the cake and do it over
My wrist on broken toilet flooding over
Can't trip about a bitch not coming over
Cause another bitch said she was coming over
My other bitch said she was coming over
Then another bitch said she was coming over
I went and had to call my brothers over
Shorty bust it open water on the sofa
But that's how it be when you hanging with gang and them
Ain't loving these hoes swear to God we claiming them
My brother trying shoot for one hundred like chamberlain
This water all on my neck look like a sprinkler
Little shorty was squirting I thought she was tinkling
Glad she ain't stank and shit
Her pussy pink as shit
Feel like chief keef hop on beats and I'm banging shit
BCB all on my wrist yeah I stained the shit
I'm Picasso not a rapper I'm painting shit
Duck off and come back save the world like I'm Aang and shit
My bitch keep on saying I be on some angry shit
Like bitch I don't think that I asked you a question
Free little bro he got booked with the weapon
Fuck little cause his bitch ass was telling
My bro on location still selling
How the fuck niggas ain't getting no cheddar
Took me a break I ain't back bitch I'm better
Like this shit graduation they clap at whoever
I ain't trying be a thug, I'm just trying get some fetty
How the fuck he a gangster his first name Sylvester
These niggas named after pussies they tender
Bro he hop out and they yelling surrender
I was down bad on my ass I remember
I ain't have no boots soggy shoes for the winter
Now the little bitch wanna fuck cause my denim
Don't fuck and she say that I think that I'm better than them
Hmm you had plenty more but I'm the better nigga
This shit sick might need some penicillin
Look the same but I'm a different nigga
Prime shit look like D-Rose
Rookie year look like Blake griffin
I might go and tie the beat down with a silky Show you that this wave different
They been calling me a moon child
Im in the clouds smoking outer space with it
I paint pictures nigga, I make big art
I be with my dummies, but they big smart
I get super high, then I drift off
Damn they done went and got me pissed off
Big man toting heat he feel like Chris Bosh
Don't care what he say he not a big dog
It been so long, I came so far
From the sofa, now I'm so far
So up I can probably count like five stars
So bright I can probably get my shine on
Tony hawk I probably get my grind on
Free the mob that's who the fuck I grind for
Niggas all up in my business mind yours
Worried about the type of shit that I pour
Worried about the type of shit that I bought
Pull up with a different bitch cause I'm bored

Written by:
Rushon Bishop

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find