Picasso

Hollywood, Hollywood, oh how I fucking love you

I cannot seem to breakthrough from this curse that I've been stuck to

I came in as a lil' man but now my fucking nuts grew

Today's the day our ties are finally cut loose, fuck you

Uh oh, it's my trifling ass pullin' up like hi, guys, I'm back

Goddamn, ****, I'm so up that I can't get down

Gotta skydive from that (Yikes)

Won't see the day I might relax, I ain't never been a nice guy, in fact

Y'all wishing I would try nicer raps

Sorry I ain't got the right mind for that

Look how cold he is pimpin' just like HOV is

Y'all are Beyoncé and my rhymes stay inappropriate

This is just how my show begins, if you hatin' then come blow me then

Fuck you, here's some petroleum

Give me my clout, you owe me it (Yeah)

Whoa, **** better duck and run for cover

Like it's fucking Iraq (Stay down, ****)

I'm pullin' **** from your ass, you ain't even die yet (Oh no)

I've been heading up the ladder long enough

It's time I hit the climax (Yikes)

Your career's goin' bye-bye, it's ironic you don't got a bypass

**** know that I've been ill, man, the whole time that I've been here

I done made a fortune like ten mil from the paper lines that my pen fills

And if I don't spit it my kids will, I'm low key but a big deal

Hoes see me and they freeze up, that's why they all on my dick still

They tell me I'm too hostile, I am Picasso

Bitches like, "Remember me from high school?" Nah, ho

Came up in this shit killin' **** with the hot flow

Y'all ain't got a fucking thing on Hop, whoa

Boy, you better rock slow

Who am I? I'm Picasso

Take the high road

ASAP 'cause I ain't liable for no **** (Nope)

Fucking hitters in the cosmos

Got it locked though

Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso

I've been told the new game plan

Is to make bullshit for the new wave's fans

That you can't populate so you take Xans

And flex on the 'Gram like you do make bands

What? Oh no

They like, "Fuck boom bap rap, you can't win"

Save that shit for the Wu-Tang Clan

That's when I bust in like the Kool-Aid man (Yeah)

Look, I ain't the **** who pullin' up

Tryna get shine by how much the Rollie glow (Nah)

I'm here to rain on parades, my sinister ways to fuck up the rodeo

I do my shows and hoes be losing control

Like I was the Holy Ghost (Stop)

When I deliver the penis, it lies in the mouth, she call it Pinocchio

Mmm, man, who want war with me?

Bitch, I torture beats

I've been born to beast

Still I abort emcees oh so horribly

Dawg, your corpse'll be right on the floor with these

Feet that'll stomp you out with

This my house, bitch, and you can't afford the lease (Watch out)

Whoa, fuck all the Hollywood shit

Over half of you not even lit that be riding my dick

I got no problem with this, I come through and your body get slit

I can hardly resist

****, my hobby is pissing on anyone I can offend

I got no friends

Whoever thinking they hot, go and tell 'em nobody's convinced

They tell me I'm too hostile, I am Picasso

Bitches like, remember me from high school? Nah, ho

Came up in this shit killin' **** with the hot flow

Y'all ain't got a fucking thing on Hop, whoa

Boy, you better rock slow

Who am I? I'm Picasso

Take the high road

ASAP 'cause I ain't liable for no **** (Nope)

Fucking hitters in the cosmos

Got it locked though

Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso

Rock slow

Who am I? I'm Picasso

Take the high road

ASAP 'cause I ain't liable for no **** (Nope)

Fucking hitters in the cosmos

Got it locked though

Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso