Picasso Sheff G, King Von, Jay Critch & Eli Fross

[Intro: Sheff G]
Great John on the beat by the way
Look, huh

[Verse 1: Sheff G]
Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (Gang, gang, gang), yeah
Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh
Now my pockets never anorexic
Catch me in a big body whip, huh
And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off
Got this baddy toppin' shit, huh
And my hood get folded like a futon
Still no comfort in this bitch, huh
Rappin' just a niche, look
Know they watchin' shit, huh
So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon
But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit
Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip
You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga
(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)
I just keep switchin' the flow up
Look, you wasn't there for the rain
You wasn't there through the storm
All this rage'll make a nigga back out
Don't get blicked, baow, nigga
Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down
He get grrt, baow nigga
Ain't no buck now