Shad Da God - Shad Picasso lyrics
rate meAY, DJ MLK,DJ Blak! GAS LIFE BITCH ! SHAD DA GOD!!
I’m coast to coast with it, if I'm gone shit I'll be back tonight
Put that play in motion, get dat sack exactly right
(Cha ching!)
I got some ratchet hoes, they loose but my lil ratchet tight
I aint book no ticket, nigga
Your soul might catch a flight
He know I’m pimping, nigga
Your hoe be on my right
Your bitch right on my left
Yo swag need a repair
I rock Giuseppe fifth-teen hundred just take a step
All these bands, watch my pants gotta keep a belt
Fo nick cock back,riding TIP old shit bumping that top back
You ain't shit I'm in the circle where the blocks at
Wit the gas fo da low cant top that
I was in the house the nigga leaned the pot back
den rock back,rock back (he lean wit it)!
My bitch did what Luke said do
She just pop that, pop that, yeah!
These niggas want the money still working on the fundamental…
They even got nothin bout the grinding, that they can remember ya
Hey, listen!
I remember when we was in… Memphis Ten
Dranking on that lean shit …
Oh, I swear dear partner shit will be going, man
I’m trying to paint a picture, man
I’m Shad Picasso, man!
Fuck, you’re saying that!
Posted out there, Rockefeller
Bad deal like a dope boy
One five in my swisher…
That aint nothin but a lil smoke toy
Getting money, my only choice
Stack of hundreds, my pride n joy
Tryna fuck with my pride n joy
i supposed I done smoked boy
knew I wanna get rich when I see TIP cop that Rolls Royce
Big Phanthom wit da Forgiatos on it
Suicide type doors on it,
This ain’t regular gold up in this Hublot... I got rose on it!
why i said all these hoes got their nose on it!
Bitch said I ain’t getting money
must've on them shots of Remy…
Sometimes you got a cap niggas up…
Just another side of the business
I was raised by them dope boys
so I hit trap in a minute
Grams must've been rolling hard,
Cause I ain’t got nothin but some twenties
Hood smellin like dill pickles cause errthang so kosher(im Kool)
Them niggas knew I had long rage
When I came through in that Rover
Baby girl, knew I was on a drug
wehn poured a dunce in that soda (lean)
Let her sleep on that syrup
Drunk up did da same shit over, SHAD
Ha ha ha
This what happens when you put rich niggas together!
You get that gas life!
Shad the God!
DJ MLK, I am DJ BLAK, Mr. Fist Your Face.
Grand hustle, bitch!
Thanks to gas man for correcting these lyrics
