[{"id":12259711,"name":"PICASSO","trackName":"PICASSO","artistName":"Sheff G","albumName":"Sheff G Videos","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look, huh\n\nGlock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?\nTryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah\nPicasso couldn't even picture this, huh\nNow my pockets never anorexic\nCatch me in a big body whip, huh\nAnd I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\nGot this baddie toppin' shit, huh\nIn my hood, get folded like a futon\nStill no comfort in this bitch, huh\nRappin' just a niche, look\nKnow they watchin' shit, huh\nSo my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\nBut these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\nRainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)\nYou ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga\n(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\nI just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)\nLook, you wasn't there for the rain\nYou wasn't there through the storm\n(you wasn't there through the storm)\nAll this rage'll make a nigga back out\nDon't get blicked, baow, nigga\nAin't no vet when I put your dawg down\nHe get glit, baow nigga\nAin't no buck now here\n\nLookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\nI got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\nTell the shooters go and put him on a list\nRight before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\nI'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\nBro saw that nigga through the tint\nAnd he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\nEyes watchin', they still up on our dick\nAll that shootin' they said that they doin'\nThey still ain't make a hit (no)\nDiamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\nBag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)\nAyy, we ain't get it then but we get\nit now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)\nAmiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\nToo blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)\nGot it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\nLot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\nThey release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)\nPockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n(Ride through the hood with like two straps)\nRide in the coupe and put the roof back\nWe hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)\n\nOld bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\nSnitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\nBrick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\nUsed to be gang and flipped ass nigga\nHate these soft ass niggas\nQuit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)\nRun and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)\nMoney on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)\nI'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)\nFather was a gunshot victim\nThat's how I know them gunshots\nvicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)\nSo I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\nI get in contact with it (contact)\nSo much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)\nMake his mama get in contact with me\n.45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)\nBoy, I got the drop where you stay (drop)\nI'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\nShould I take the Glock or the K? (Glock)\nThey be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K (boom boom)\nI pulled up with nothin' to say (squad)\nHe in danger, could tell by my face\nStarted stutterin', pleadin' his case\nProblem solved, with no other way (boom boom)\n\nUh, ain't a bug now, ain't it?\nRidin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\nThese bullets gon' have shit bakin'\nMovin' like a pig, this shit gon' go, \"Brrt, brrt\"\nShut the fuck up, you bacon\nDon't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\nMarried to the money, I'm takin'\nMarried to the money, I'm takin'\nTired of the dubs, I love blue faces\nShe seein' the moves, her heart must be racin'\nYou know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\nMoney is colorful, I ain't no racist\nHuh, yeah, I ain't no racist\nMy money is colorful, I ain't no racist\nHuh, yeah, I ain't no racist\nWe ridin' 'round in the big body\nHuh, Sheff movin' big wocky\nAll gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\nHuh, move funny, the .8 got him\nShe gave me brain, a real scholar\nLook, she givin' me good knowledge\nWe paved that wave, we wave starters\nHuh, all drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.56] Great John on the beat by the way\n[00:13.34] Look, huh\n[00:14.19] Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, huh, get it?\n[00:17.29] Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang), yeah\n[00:20.93] Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh\n[00:22.80] Now my pockets never end, an erection\n[00:24.36] Catch me in a big body whip, huh\n[00:26.39] And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\n[00:27.87] Got this baddy toppin' shit, huh\n[00:29.79] And my hood afford it like a futon\n[00:31.44] Still no comfort in this bitch, huh\n[00:33.10] Rappin' just a niche, look\n[00:35.11] Know they watchin' shit, huh\n[00:36.69] So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n[00:38.21] But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n[00:40.32] Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\n[00:43.50] You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n[00:45.93] (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n[00:48.35] I just keep switchin' the flow up\n[00:50.10] Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n[00:51.72] You wasn't there through the storm\n[00:53.82] All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n[00:55.55] Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n[00:57.12] Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n[00:58.86] He get blicked, baow nigga\n[01:00.70] Ain't no buck now\n[01:01.69] Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n[01:04.55] I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n[01:06.08] Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n[01:07.90] 'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\n[01:10.65] I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n[01:12.54] Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n[01:14.24] And he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n[01:15.84] I was watchin', they still up on our dick\n[01:17.35] All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n[01:18.78] They still ain't make a hit (no)\n[01:19.84] Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n[01:21.42] Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\n[01:24.57] We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\n[01:27.42] Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n[01:29.52] Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\n[01:30.94] Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n[01:32.86] Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n[01:34.47] They release it with perfect form\n[01:36.59] Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n[01:38.98] Ridin' the coupe with the roof back\n[01:40.72] We hit his top and put his roof back\n[01:43.52] Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n[01:45.38] Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\n[01:47.18] Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\n[01:48.10] Used to be gang and flipped, ass nigga\n[01:50.10] Hate these soft ass niggas\n[01:51.86] Quit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas)\n[01:53.53] Run and get hoed ass nigga\n[01:54.86] Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom, boom)\n[01:56.92] I'm from the projects, nigga (projects nigga)\n[01:58.65] Thought there was a gunshot victim\n[02:00.05] That's how I know them gunshots vicious\n[02:01.88] So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\n[02:03.97] I get in contact with it (contact)\n[02:05.36] So much smoke, catch contact, nigga\n[02:06.97] Make his momma get in contact with me\n[02:08.77] For a fact, kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga\n[02:10.42] Boy, I got the drop and you stay\n[02:12.31] I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n[02:14.05] Should I take the Glock or the K?\n[02:15.54] They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K\n[02:17.58] I pulled up with nothin' to say\n[02:18.95] He in danger, could tell by my face\n[02:20.79] Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n[02:22.32] Problem solved, with no other way\n[02:24.58] Huh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\n[02:27.53] Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n[02:29.48] These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n[02:30.96] Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\n[02:32.93] Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n[02:34.17] Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n[02:36.47] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:37.75] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:38.97] Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n[02:40.66] You seein' the moves, I'm almost erasin'\n[02:42.26] You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\n[02:44.26] Money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n[02:46.02] Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n[02:47.39] My money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n[02:49.43] Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n[02:50.85] We ridin' 'round in the big body\n[02:52.64] Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky\n[02:54.38] All gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\n[02:55.83] Huh, move funny, the .8 got him\n[02:57.62] She gave me brain, a real scholar\n[02:59.54] She givin' me good knowledge\n[03:01.00] We paved that way, we way starters\n[03:02.98] Huh, all drippy like water\n[03:04.27] Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n[03:06.92] Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n[03:09.43] Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water...\n[03:32.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PICASSO\n  artist: Sheff G\n  album: Sheff G Videos\n  duration_ms: 213000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Great John on the beat by the way\n  start_ms: 10560\n  end_ms: 13340\n- text: Look, huh\n  start_ms: 13340\n  end_ms: 14190\n- text: Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, huh, get it?\n  start_ms: 14190\n  end_ms: 17290\n- text: Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang), yeah\n  start_ms: 17290\n  end_ms: 20930\n- text: Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh\n  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ain't no racist\n  start_ms: 169430\n  end_ms: 170850\n- text: We ridin' 'round in the big body\n  start_ms: 170850\n  end_ms: 172640\n- text: Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky\n  start_ms: 172640\n  end_ms: 174380\n- text: All gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\n  start_ms: 174380\n  end_ms: 175830\n- text: Huh, move funny, the .8 got him\n  start_ms: 175830\n  end_ms: 177620\n- text: She gave me brain, a real scholar\n  start_ms: 177620\n  end_ms: 179540\n- text: She givin' me good knowledge\n  start_ms: 179540\n  end_ms: 181000\n- text: We paved that way, we way starters\n  start_ms: 181000\n  end_ms: 182980\n- text: Huh, all drippy like water\n  start_ms: 182980\n  end_ms: 184270\n- text: Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  start_ms: 184270\n  end_ms: 186920\n- text: Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  start_ms: 186920\n  end_ms: 189430\n- text: Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water...\n  start_ms: 189430\n  end_ms: 212820\nplain: |-\n  Look, huh\n\n  Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?\n  Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah\n  Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh\n  Now my pockets never anorexic\n  Catch me in a big body whip, huh\n  And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\n  Got this baddie toppin' shit, huh\n  In my hood, get folded like a futon\n  Still no comfort in this bitch, huh\n  Rappin' just a niche, look\n  Know they watchin' shit, huh\n  So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n  But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n  Rainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)\n  You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga\n  (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n  I just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)\n  Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n  You wasn't there through the storm\n  (you wasn't there through the storm)\n  All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n  Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down\n  He get glit, baow nigga\n  Ain't no buck now here\n\n  Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\n  I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\n  Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\n  I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\n  Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\n  Eyes watchin', they still up on our dick\n  All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n  They still ain't make a hit (no)\n  Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n  Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)\n  Ayy, we ain't get it then but we get\n  it now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)\n  Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n  Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)\n  Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n  Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n  They release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)\n  Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n  (Ride through the hood with like two straps)\n  Ride in the coupe and put the roof back\n  We hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)\n\n  Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n  Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\n  Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\n  Used to be gang and flipped ass nigga\n  Hate these soft ass niggas\n  Quit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)\n  Run and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)\n  Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)\n  I'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)\n  Father was a gunshot victim\n  That's how I know them gunshots\n  vicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)\n  So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\n  I get in contact with it (contact)\n  So much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)\n  Make his mama get in contact with me\n  .45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)\n  Boy, I got the drop where you stay (drop)\n  I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n  Should I take the Glock or the K? 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hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n[00:38.21] But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n[00:40.32] Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\n[00:43.50] You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n[00:45.93] (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n[00:48.35] I just keep switchin' the flow up\n[00:50.10] Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n[00:51.72] You wasn't there through the storm\n[00:53.82] All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n[00:55.55] Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n[00:57.12] Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n[00:58.86] He get blicked, baow nigga\n[01:00.70] Ain't no buck now\n[01:01.69] Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n[01:04.55] I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n[01:06.08] Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n[01:07.90] 'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\n[01:10.65] I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n[01:12.54] Bro saw that nigga through the 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So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n  But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n  Rainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)\n  You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga\n  (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n  I just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)\n  Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n  You wasn't there through the storm\n  (you wasn't there through the storm)\n  All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n  Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down\n  He get glit, baow nigga\n  Ain't no buck now here\n\n  Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\n  I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\n  Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\n  I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\n  Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\n  Eyes watchin', 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So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n  But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n  Rainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)\n  You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga\n  (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n  I just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)\n  Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n  You wasn't there through the storm\n  (you wasn't there through the storm)\n  All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n  Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down\n  He get glit, baow nigga\n  Ain't no buck now here\n\n  Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\n  I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\n  Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\n  I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\n  Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\n  Eyes watchin', 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huh\nAnd my hood afford it like a futon\nStill no comfort in this bitch, huh\nRappin' just a niche, look\n\nKnow they watchin' shit, huh\nSo my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\nBut these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\nRainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\nYou ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n\nI just keep switchin' the flow up\nLook, you wasn't there for the rain\nYou wasn't there through the storm\nAll this rage'll make a nigga back out\nDon't get blicked, baow, nigga\nAin't no vet' when I put your dawg down\nHe get blicked, baow nigga\nAin't no buck now\n\nLookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\nI got money, and I'll still take the risk\nTell the shooters go and put him on a list\n'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\nI'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\nBro saw that nigga through the tint\nAnd he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n\nI was watchin', they still up on our dick\nAll that shootin' they said that they doin'\nThey still ain't make a hit (no)\nDiamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\nBag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\nWe ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\nAmiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n\nToo blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\nGot it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\nLot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\nThey release it with perfect form\nPockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\nRidin' the coupe with the roof back\nWe hit his top and put his roof back\n\nOld bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\nSnitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\nBrick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\nUsed to be gang and flipped, ass nigga\nHate these soft ass niggas\nQuit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas)\nRun and get hoed ass nigga\nMoney on his head, about that, nigga 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shit\n  Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\n  You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n  (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n\n  I just keep switchin' the flow up\n  Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n  You wasn't there through the storm\n  All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n  Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n  He get blicked, baow nigga\n  Ain't no buck now\n\n  Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n  I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n  Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\n  I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n  Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  And he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n\n  I was watchin', they still up on our dick\n  All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n  They still ain't make a hit (no)\n  Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n  Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\n  We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\n  Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n\n  Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\n  Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n  Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n  They release it with perfect form\n  Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n  Ridin' the coupe with the roof back\n  We hit his top and put his roof back\n\n  Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n  Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\n  Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\n  Used to be gang and flipped, ass nigga\n  Hate these soft ass niggas\n  Quit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas)\n  Run and get hoed ass nigga\n  Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom, boom)\n\n  I'm from the projects, nigga (projects nigga)\n  Thought there was a gunshot victim\n  That's how I know them gunshots vicious\n  So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\n  I get in contact with it (contact)\n  So much smoke, catch contact, nigga\n  Make his momma get in contact with me\n  For a fact, kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga\n\n  Boy, I got the drop and you stay\n  I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n  Should I take the Glock or the K?\n  They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K\n  I pulled up with nothin' to say\n  He in danger, could tell by my face\n  Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n  Problem solved, with no other way\n\n  Huh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\n  Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n  These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n  Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\n  Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n  Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n  Married to the money, I'm takin'\n\n  Married to the money, I'm takin'\n  Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n  You seein' the moves, I'm almost erasin'\n  You know Fross a doctor, 'cause 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anorexic\nCatch me in a big body whip, huh\nAnd I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\nGot this baddie toppin' shit, huh\nIn my hood, get folded like a futon\nStill no comfort in this bitch, huh\nRappin' just a niche, look\nKnow they watchin' shit, huh\nSo my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\nBut these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\nRainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)\nYou ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga\n(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\nI just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)\nLook, you wasn't there for the rain\nYou wasn't there through the storm\n(You wasn't there through the storm)\nAll this rage'll make a nigga back out\nDon't get blicked, baow, nigga\nAin't no vet when I put your dawg down\nHe get glit, baow nigga\nAin't no buck now here\n\nLookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\nI got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\nTell the shooters go and put him on a list\nRight before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\nI'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\nBro saw that nigga through the tint\nAnd he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\nEyes watchin', they still up on our dick\nAll that shootin' they said that they doin'\nThey still ain't make a hit (no)\nDiamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\nBag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)\nAyy, we ain't get it then but we get\nIt now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)\nAmiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\nToo blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)\nGot it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\nLot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\nThey release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)\nPockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n(Ride through the hood with like two straps)\nRide in the coupe and put the roof back\nWe hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)\n\nOld bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\nSnitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\nBrick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\nUsed to be gang and flipped ass nigga\nHate these soft ass niggas\nQuit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)\nRun and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)\nMoney on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)\nI'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)\nFather was a gunshot victim\nThat's how I know them gunshots\nVicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)\nSo I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\nI get in contact with it (contact)\nSo much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)\nMake his mama get in contact with me\n.45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)\nBoy, I got the drop where you stay (drop)\nI'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\nShould I take the Glock or the K? 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hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n[00:38.21] But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n[00:40.32] Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\n[00:43.50] You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n[00:45.93] (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n[00:48.35] I just keep switchin' the flow up\n[00:50.10] Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n[00:51.72] You wasn't there through the storm\n[00:53.82] All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n[00:55.55] Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n[00:57.12] Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n[00:58.86] He get blicked, baow nigga\n[01:00.70] Ain't no buck now\n[01:01.69] Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n[01:04.55] I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n[01:06.08] Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n[01:07.90] 'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\n[01:10.65] I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n[01:12.54] Bro saw that nigga through the 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danger, could tell by my face\n[02:20.79] Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n[02:22.32] Problem solved, with no other way\n[02:24.58] Huh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\n[02:27.53] Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n[02:29.48] These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n[02:30.96] Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\n[02:32.93] Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n[02:34.17] Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n[02:36.47] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:37.75] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:38.97] Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n[02:40.66] You seein' the moves, I'm almost erasin'\n[02:42.26] You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\n[02:44.26] Money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n[02:46.02] Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n[02:47.39] My money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n[02:49.43] Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n[02:50.85] We ridin' 'round in the big body\n[02:52.64] Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky\n[02:54.38] All gas, no brakes, 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212820\nplain: |-\n  Look, huh\n\n  Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?\n  Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah\n  Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh\n  Now my pockets never anorexic\n  Catch me in a big body whip, huh\n  And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\n  Got this baddie toppin' shit, huh\n  In my hood, get folded like a futon\n  Still no comfort in this bitch, huh\n  Rappin' just a niche, look\n  Know they watchin' shit, huh\n  So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n  But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n  Rainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)\n  You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga\n  (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n  I just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)\n  Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n  You wasn't there through the storm\n  (You wasn't there through the storm)\n  All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n  Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down\n  He get glit, baow nigga\n  Ain't no buck now here\n\n  Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\n  I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\n  Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\n  I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\n  Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\n  Eyes watchin', they still up on our dick\n  All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n  They still ain't make a hit (no)\n  Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n  Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)\n  Ayy, we ain't get it then but we get\n  It now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)\n  Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n  Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)\n  Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n  Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n  They release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)\n  Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n  (Ride through the hood with like two straps)\n  Ride in the coupe and put the roof back\n  We hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)\n\n  Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n  Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\n  Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\n  Used to be gang and flipped ass nigga\n  Hate these soft ass niggas\n  Quit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)\n  Run and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)\n  Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)\n  I'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)\n  Father was a gunshot victim\n  That's how I know them gunshots\n  Vicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)\n  So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\n  I get in contact with it (contact)\n  So much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)\n  Make his mama get in contact with me\n  .45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)\n  Boy, I got the drop where you stay (drop)\n  I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n  Should I take the Glock or the K? (Glock)\n  They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K (boom boom)\n  I pulled up with nothin' to say (squad)\n  He in danger, could tell by my face\n  Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n  Problem solved, with no other way (boom boom)\n\n  Uh, ain't a bug now, ain't it?\n  Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n  These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n  Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go, \"Brrt, brrt\"\n  Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n  Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n  Married to the money, I'm takin'\n  Married to the money, I'm takin'\n  Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n  She seein' the moves, her heart must be racin'\n  You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\n  Money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n  Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n  My money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n  Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n  We ridin' 'round in the big body\n  Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky\n  All gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\n  Huh, move funny, the .8 got him\n  She gave me brain, a real scholar\n  Look, she givin' me good knowledge\n  We paved that wave, we wave starters\n  Huh, all drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n"},{"id":10450603,"name":"PICASSO","trackName":"PICASSO","artistName":"Sheff G","albumName":"King Von","duration":212.8,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look, huh\n\nGlock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?\nTryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah\nPicasso couldn't even picture this, huh\nNow my pockets never anorexic\nCatch me in a big body whip, huh\nAnd I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\nGot this baddie toppin' shit, huh\nIn my hood, get folded like a futon\nStill no comfort in this bitch, huh\nRappin' just a niche, look\nKnow they watchin' shit, huh\nSo my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\nBut these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\nRainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)\nYou ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga\n(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\nI just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)\nLook, you wasn't there for the rain\nYou wasn't there through the storm\n(you wasn't there through the storm)\nAll this rage'll make a nigga back out\nDon't get blicked, baow, nigga\nAin't no vet when I put your dawg down\nHe get glit, baow nigga\nAin't no buck now here\n\nLookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\nI got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\nTell the shooters go and put him on a list\nRight before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\nI'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\nBro saw that nigga through the tint\nAnd he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\nEyes watchin', they still up on our dick\nAll that shootin' they said that they doin'\nThey still ain't make a hit (no)\nDiamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\nBag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)\nAyy, we ain't get it then but we get\nit now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)\nAmiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\nToo blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)\nGot it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\nLot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\nThey release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)\nPockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n(Ride through the hood with like two straps)\nRide in the coupe and put the roof back\nWe hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)\n\nOld bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\nSnitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\nBrick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\nUsed to be gang and flipped ass nigga\nHate these soft ass niggas\nQuit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)\nRun and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)\nMoney on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)\nI'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)\nFather was a gunshot victim\nThat's how I know them gunshots\nvicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)\nSo I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\nI get in contact with it (contact)\nSo much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)\nMake his mama get in contact with me\n.45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)\nBoy, I got the drop where you stay (drop)\nI'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\nShould I take the Glock or the K? 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hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n[00:38.21] But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n[00:40.32] Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\n[00:43.50] You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n[00:45.93] (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n[00:48.35] I just keep switchin' the flow up\n[00:50.10] Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n[00:51.72] You wasn't there through the storm\n[00:53.82] All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n[00:55.55] Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n[00:57.12] Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n[00:58.86] He get blicked, baow nigga\n[01:00.70] Ain't no buck now\n[01:01.69] Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n[01:04.55] I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n[01:06.08] Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n[01:07.90] 'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\n[01:10.65] I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n[01:12.54] Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n[01:14.24] And he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n[01:15.84] I was watchin', they still up on our dick\n[01:17.35] All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n[01:18.78] They still ain't make a hit (no)\n[01:19.84] Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n[01:21.42] Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\n[01:24.57] We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\n[01:27.42] Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n[01:29.52] Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\n[01:30.94] Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n[01:32.86] Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n[01:34.47] They release it with perfect form\n[01:36.59] Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n[01:38.98] Ridin' the coupe with the roof back\n[01:40.72] We hit his top and put his roof back\n[01:43.52] Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n[01:45.38] Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\n[01:47.18] Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\n[01:48.10] Used to be gang and flipped, ass nigga\n[01:50.10] Hate these soft ass niggas\n[01:51.86] Quit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas)\n[01:53.53] Run and get hoed ass nigga\n[01:54.86] Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom, boom)\n[01:56.92] I'm from the projects, nigga (projects nigga)\n[01:58.65] Thought there was a gunshot victim\n[02:00.05] That's how I know them gunshots vicious\n[02:01.88] So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\n[02:03.97] I get in contact with it (contact)\n[02:05.36] So much smoke, catch contact, nigga\n[02:06.97] Make his momma get in contact with me\n[02:08.77] For a fact, kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga\n[02:10.42] Boy, I got the drop and you stay\n[02:12.31] I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n[02:14.05] Should I take the Glock or the K?\n[02:15.54] They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K\n[02:17.58] I pulled up with nothin' to say\n[02:18.95] He in danger, could tell by my face\n[02:20.79] Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n[02:22.32] Problem solved, with no other way\n[02:24.58] Huh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\n[02:27.53] Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n[02:29.48] These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n[02:30.96] Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\n[02:32.93] Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n[02:34.17] Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n[02:36.47] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:37.75] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:38.97] Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n[02:40.66] You seein' the moves, I'm almost erasin'\n[02:42.26] You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\n[02:44.26] Money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n[02:46.02] Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n[02:47.39] My money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n[02:49.43] Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n[02:50.85] We ridin' 'round in the big body\n[02:52.64] Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky\n[02:54.38] All gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\n[02:55.83] Huh, move funny, the .8 got him\n[02:57.62] She gave me brain, a real scholar\n[02:59.54] She givin' me good knowledge\n[03:01.00] We paved that way, we way starters\n[03:02.98] Huh, all drippy like water\n[03:04.27] Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n[03:06.92] Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n[03:09.43] Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water...\n[03:32.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PICASSO\n  artist: Sheff G\n  album: King Von\n  duration_ms: 212800\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Great John on the beat by the way\n  start_ms: 10560\n  end_ms: 13340\n- text: Look, huh\n  start_ms: 13340\n  end_ms: 14190\n- text: Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, huh, get it?\n  start_ms: 14190\n  end_ms: 17290\n- text: Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang), yeah\n  start_ms: 17290\n  end_ms: 20930\n- text: Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh\n  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212820\nplain: |-\n  Look, huh\n\n  Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?\n  Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah\n  Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh\n  Now my pockets never anorexic\n  Catch me in a big body whip, huh\n  And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\n  Got this baddie toppin' shit, huh\n  In my hood, get folded like a futon\n  Still no comfort in this bitch, huh\n  Rappin' just a niche, look\n  Know they watchin' shit, huh\n  So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n  But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n  Rainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)\n  You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga\n  (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n  I just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)\n  Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n  You wasn't there through the storm\n  (you wasn't there through the storm)\n  All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n  Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down\n  He get glit, baow nigga\n  Ain't no buck now here\n\n  Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\n  I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\n  Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\n  I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\n  Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\n  Eyes watchin', they still up on our dick\n  All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n  They still ain't make a hit (no)\n  Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n  Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)\n  Ayy, we ain't get it then but we get\n  it now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)\n  Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n  Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)\n  Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n  Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n  They release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)\n  Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n  (Ride through the hood with like two straps)\n  Ride in the coupe and put the roof back\n  We hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)\n\n  Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n  Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\n  Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\n  Used to be gang and flipped ass nigga\n  Hate these soft ass niggas\n  Quit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)\n  Run and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)\n  Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)\n  I'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)\n  Father was a gunshot victim\n  That's how I know them gunshots\n  vicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)\n  So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\n  I get in contact with it (contact)\n  So much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)\n  Make his mama get in contact with me\n  .45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)\n  Boy, I got the drop where you stay (drop)\n  I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n  Should I take the Glock or the K? (Glock)\n  They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K (boom boom)\n  I pulled up with nothin' to say (squad)\n  He in danger, could tell by my face\n  Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n  Problem solved, with no other way (boom boom)\n\n  Uh, ain't a bug now, ain't it?\n  Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n  These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n  Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go, \"Brrt, brrt\"\n  Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n  Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n  Married to the money, I'm takin'\n  Married to the money, I'm takin'\n  Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n  She seein' the moves, her heart must be racin'\n  You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\n  Money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n  Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n  My money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n  Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n  We ridin' 'round in the big body\n  Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky\n  All gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\n  Huh, move funny, the .8 got him\n  She gave me brain, a real scholar\n  Look, she givin' me good knowledge\n  We paved that wave, we wave starters\n  Huh, all drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n"},{"id":36613294,"name":"Picasso","trackName":"Picasso","artistName":"Sheff G","albumName":"Just 4 Yall - EP","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look, huh\n\nGlock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?\nTryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah\nPicasso couldn't even picture this, huh\nNow my pockets never anorexic\nCatch me in a big body whip, huh\nAnd I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\nGot this baddie toppin' shit, huh\nIn my hood, get folded like a futon\nStill no comfort in this bitch, huh\nRappin' just a niche, look\nKnow they watchin' shit, huh\nSo my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\nBut these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\nRainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)\nYou ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga\n(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\nI just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)\nLook, you wasn't there for the rain\nYou wasn't there through the storm\n(You wasn't there through the storm)\nAll this rage'll make a nigga back out\nDon't get blicked, baow, nigga\nAin't no vet when I put your dawg down\nHe get glit, baow nigga\nAin't no buck now here\n\nLookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\nI got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\nTell the shooters go and put him on a list\nRight before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\nI'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\nBro saw that nigga through the tint\nAnd he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\nEyes watchin', they still up on our dick\nAll that shootin' they said that they doin'\nThey still ain't make a hit (no)\nDiamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\nBag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)\nAyy, we ain't get it then but we get\nIt now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)\nAmiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\nToo blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)\nGot it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\nLot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\nThey release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)\nPockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n(Ride through the hood with like two straps)\nRide in the coupe and put the roof back\nWe hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)\n\nOld bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\nSnitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\nBrick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\nUsed to be gang and flipped ass nigga\nHate these soft ass niggas\nQuit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)\nRun and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)\nMoney on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)\nI'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)\nFather was a gunshot victim\nThat's how I know them gunshots\nVicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)\nSo I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\nI get in contact with it (contact)\nSo much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)\nMake his mama get in contact with me\n.45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)\nBoy, I got the drop where you stay (drop)\nI'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\nShould I take the Glock or the K? 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(Glock)\n  They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K (boom boom)\n  I pulled up with nothin' to say (squad)\n  He in danger, could tell by my face\n  Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n  Problem solved, with no other way (boom boom)\n\n  Uh, ain't a bug now, ain't it?\n  Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n  These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n  Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go, \"Brrt, brrt\"\n  Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n  Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n  Married to the money, I'm takin'\n  Married to the money, I'm takin'\n  Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n  She seein' the moves, her heart must be racin'\n  You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\n  Money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n  Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n  My money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n  Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n  We ridin' 'round in the big body\n  Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky\n  All gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\n  Huh, move funny, the .8 got him\n  She gave me brain, a real scholar\n  Look, she givin' me good knowledge\n  We paved that wave, we wave starters\n  Huh, all drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n"},{"id":21927316,"name":"PICASSO (Paused)","trackName":"PICASSO (Paused)","artistName":"Sheff G","albumName":"Just 4 Yall","duration":212.801,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Great John on the beat by the way\nLook, huh\n\nGlock on Biggie and the clip two pack, huh, get it?\nTryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang), yeah\nPicasso couldn't even picture this, huh\nNow my pockets never end, an erection\nCatch me in a big body whip, huh\n\nAnd I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\nGot this baddy toppin' shit, huh\nAnd my hood afford it like a futon\nStill no comfort in this bitch, huh\nRappin' just a niche, look\n\nKnow they watchin' shit, huh\nSo my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\nBut these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\nRainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\nYou ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n\nI just keep switchin' the flow up\nLook, you wasn't there for the rain\nYou wasn't there through the storm\nAll this rage'll make a nigga back out\nDon't get blicked, baow, nigga\nAin't no vet' when I put your dawg down\nHe get blicked, baow nigga\nAin't no buck now\n\nLookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\nI got money, and I'll still take the risk\nTell the shooters go and put him on a list\n'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\nI'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\nBro saw that nigga through the tint\nAnd he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n\nI was watchin', they still up on our dick\nAll that shootin' they said that they doin'\nThey still ain't make a hit (no)\nDiamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\nBag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\nWe ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\nAmiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n\nToo blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\nGot it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\nLot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\nThey release it with perfect form\nPockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\nRidin' the coupe with the roof back\nWe hit his top and put his roof back\n\nOld bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\nSnitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\nBrick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\nUsed to be gang and flipped, ass nigga\nHate these soft ass niggas\nQuit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas)\nRun and get hoed ass nigga\nMoney on his head, about that, nigga (boom, boom)\n\nI'm from the projects, nigga (projects nigga)\nThought there was a gunshot victim\nThat's how I know them gunshots vicious\nSo I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\nI get in contact with it (contact)\nSo much smoke, catch contact, nigga\nMake his momma get in contact with me\nFor a fact, kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga\n\nBoy, I got the drop and you stay\nI'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\nShould I take the Glock or the K?\nThey be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K\nI pulled up with nothin' to say\nHe in danger, could tell by my face\nStarted stutterin', pleadin' his case\nProblem solved, with no other way\n\nHuh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\nRidin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\nThese bullets gon' have shit bakin'\nMovin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\nShut the fuck up, you bacon\nDon't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\nMarried to the money, I'm takin'\n\nMarried to the money, I'm takin'\nTired of the dubs, I love blue faces\nYou seein' the moves, I'm almost erasin'\nYou know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\nMoney is colorful, I ain't no racist\nHuh, yeah, I ain't no racist\nMy money is colorful, I ain't no racist\nHuh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n\nWe ridin' 'round in the big body\nHuh, Sheff movin' big wocky\nAll gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\nHuh, move funny, the .8 got him\nShe gave me brain, a real scholar\nShe givin' me good knowledge\nWe paved that way, we way starters\nHuh, all drippy like water\n\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water...","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.52] Great John on the beat by the way\n[00:13.37] Look, huh\n[00:14.11] Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, huh, get it?\n[00:17.23] Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang), yeah\n[00:20.92] Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh\n[00:22.83] Now my pockets never end, an erection\n[00:24.31] Catch me in a big body whip, huh\n[00:26.34] And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\n[00:27.88] Got this baddy toppin' shit, huh\n[00:29.70] And my hood afford it like a futon\n[00:31.48] Still no comfort in this bitch, huh\n[00:33.19] Rappin' just a niche, look\n[00:35.15] Know they watchin' shit, huh\n[00:36.64] So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n[00:38.29] But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n[00:40.34] Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\n[00:43.51] You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n[00:45.99] (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n[00:48.35] I just keep switchin' the flow up\n[00:50.12] Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n[00:51.72] You wasn't there through the storm\n[00:53.84] All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n[00:55.58] Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n[00:57.14] Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n[00:58.88] He get blicked, baow nigga\n[01:00.74] Ain't no buck now\n[01:01.64] Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n[01:04.59] I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n[01:06.09] Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n[01:07.85] 'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\n[01:10.64] I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n[01:12.51] Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n[01:14.23] And he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n[01:15.86] I was watchin', they still up on our dick\n[01:17.35] All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n[01:18.75] They still ain't make a hit (no)\n[01:19.80] Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n[01:21.46] Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\n[01:24.50] We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\n[01:27.49] Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n[01:29.56] Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\n[01:30.98] Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n[01:32.87] Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n[01:34.42] They release it with perfect form\n[01:36.52] Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n[01:38.97] Ridin' the coupe with the roof back\n[01:40.76] We hit his top and put his roof back\n[01:43.54] Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n[01:45.36] Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\n[01:47.11] Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\n[01:48.16] Used to be gang and flipped, ass nigga\n[01:50.18] Hate these soft ass niggas\n[01:51.86] Quit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas)\n[01:53.55] Run and get hoed ass nigga\n[01:54.83] Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom, boom)\n[01:56.94] I'm from the projects, nigga (projects nigga)\n[01:58.60] Thought there was a gunshot victim\n[02:00.08] That's how I know them gunshots vicious\n[02:01.84] So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\n[02:03.99] I get in contact with it (contact)\n[02:05.33] So much smoke, catch contact, nigga\n[02:06.98] Make his momma get in contact with me\n[02:08.51] For a fact, kick him, Mortal 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these colors drip)\n  You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n  (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n\n  I just keep switchin' the flow up\n  Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n  You wasn't there through the storm\n  All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n  Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n  He get blicked, baow nigga\n  Ain't no buck now\n\n  Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n  I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n  Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\n  I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n  Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  And he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n\n  I was watchin', they still up on our dick\n  All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n  They still ain't make a hit (no)\n  Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n  Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\n  We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\n  Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n\n  Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\n  Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n  Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n  They release it with perfect form\n  Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n  Ridin' the coupe with the roof back\n  We hit his top and put his roof back\n\n  Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n  Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\n  Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\n  Used to be gang and flipped, ass nigga\n  Hate these soft ass niggas\n  Quit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas)\n  Run and get hoed ass nigga\n  Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom, boom)\n\n  I'm from the projects, nigga (projects nigga)\n  Thought there was a gunshot victim\n  That's how I know them gunshots vicious\n  So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\n  I get in contact with it (contact)\n  So much smoke, catch contact, nigga\n  Make his momma get in contact with me\n  For a fact, kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga\n\n  Boy, I got the drop and you stay\n  I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n  Should I take the Glock or the K?\n  They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K\n  I pulled up with nothin' to say\n  He in danger, could tell by my face\n  Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n  Problem solved, with no other way\n\n  Huh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\n  Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n  These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n  Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\n  Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n  Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n  Married to the money, I'm takin'\n\n  Married to the money, I'm takin'\n  Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n  You seein' the moves, I'm almost erasin'\n  You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\n  Money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n  Huh, 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end, an erection\nCatch me in a big body whip, huh\n\nAnd I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\nGot this baddy toppin' shit, huh\nAnd my hood afford it like a futon\nStill no comfort in this bitch, huh\nRappin' just a niche, look\n\nKnow they watchin' shit, huh\nSo my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\nBut these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\nRainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\nYou ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n\nI just keep switchin' the flow up\nLook, you wasn't there for the rain\nYou wasn't there through the storm\nAll this rage'll make a nigga back out\nDon't get blicked, baow, nigga\nAin't no vet' when I put your dawg down\nHe get blicked, baow nigga\nAin't no buck now\n\nLookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\nI got money, and I'll still take the risk\nTell the shooters go and put him on a list\n'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\nI'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\nBro saw that nigga through the tint\nAnd he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n\nI was watchin', they still up on our dick\nAll that shootin' they said that they doin'\nThey still ain't make a hit (no)\nDiamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\nBag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\nWe ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\nAmiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n\nToo blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\nGot it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\nLot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\nThey release it with perfect form\nPockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\nRidin' the coupe with the roof back\nWe hit his top and put his roof back\n\nOld bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\nSnitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\nBrick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\nUsed to be gang and flipped, ass nigga\nHate these soft ass niggas\nQuit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas)\nRun and get hoed ass nigga\nMoney on his head, about that, nigga (boom, boom)\n\nI'm from the projects, nigga (projects nigga)\nThought there was a gunshot victim\nThat's how I know them gunshots vicious\nSo I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\nI get in contact with it (contact)\nSo much smoke, catch contact, nigga\nMake his momma get in contact with me\nFor a fact, kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga\n\nBoy, I got the drop and you stay\nI'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\nShould I take the Glock or the K?\nThey be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K\nI pulled up with nothin' to say\nHe in danger, could tell by my face\nStarted stutterin', pleadin' his case\nProblem solved, with no other way\n\nHuh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\nRidin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\nThese bullets gon' have shit bakin'\nMovin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\nShut the fuck up, you bacon\nDon't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\nMarried to the money, I'm takin'\n\nMarried to the money, I'm takin'\nTired of the dubs, I love blue faces\nYou seein' the moves, I'm almost erasin'\nYou know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\nMoney is colorful, I ain't no racist\nHuh, yeah, I ain't no racist\nMy money is colorful, I ain't no racist\nHuh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n\nWe ridin' 'round in the big body\nHuh, Sheff movin' big wocky\nAll gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\nHuh, move funny, the .8 got him\nShe gave me brain, a real scholar\nShe givin' me good knowledge\nWe paved that way, we way starters\nHuh, all drippy like water\n\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water...","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.52] Great John on the beat by the way\n[00:13.37] Look, huh\n[00:14.11] Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, huh, get it?\n[00:17.23] Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman 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nigga\n[00:57.14] Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n[00:58.88] He get blicked, baow nigga\n[01:00.74] Ain't no buck now\n[01:01.64] Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n[01:04.59] I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n[01:06.09] Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n[01:07.85] 'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\n[01:10.64] I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n[01:12.51] Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n[01:14.23] And he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n[01:15.86] I was watchin', they still up on our dick\n[01:17.35] All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n[01:18.75] They still ain't make a hit (no)\n[01:19.80] Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n[01:21.46] Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\n[01:24.50] We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\n[01:27.49] Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n[01:29.56] Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\n[01:30.98] Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n[01:32.87] Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n[01:34.42] They release it with perfect form\n[01:36.52] Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n[01:38.97] Ridin' the coupe with the roof back\n[01:40.76] We hit his top and put his roof back\n[01:43.54] Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n[01:45.36] Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\n[01:47.11] Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\n[01:48.16] Used to be gang and flipped, ass nigga\n[01:50.18] Hate these soft ass niggas\n[01:51.86] Quit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas)\n[01:53.55] Run and get hoed ass nigga\n[01:54.83] Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom, boom)\n[01:56.94] I'm from the projects, nigga (projects nigga)\n[01:58.60] Thought there was a gunshot victim\n[02:00.08] That's how I know them gunshots vicious\n[02:01.84] So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\n[02:03.99] I get in contact with it (contact)\n[02:05.33] So much smoke, catch contact, nigga\n[02:06.98] Make his momma get in contact with me\n[02:08.51] For a fact, kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga\n[02:10.46] Boy, I got the drop and you stay\n[02:12.35] I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n[02:14.06] Should I take the Glock or the K?\n[02:15.52] They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K\n[02:17.55] I pulled up with nothin' to say\n[02:18.93] He in danger, could tell by my face\n[02:20.72] Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n[02:22.34] Problem solved, with no other way\n[02:24.50] Huh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\n[02:27.50] Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n[02:29.41] These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n[02:30.92] Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\n[02:32.93] Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n[02:34.19] Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n[02:36.49] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:37.78] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:38.95] 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comfort in this bitch, huh\n  Rappin' just a niche, look\n\n  Know they watchin' shit, huh\n  So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n  But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n  Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\n  You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n  (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n\n  I just keep switchin' the flow up\n  Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n  You wasn't there through the storm\n  All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n  Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n  He get blicked, baow nigga\n  Ain't no buck now\n\n  Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n  I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n  Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\n  I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n  Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  And he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n\n  I was watchin', they still up on our dick\n  All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n  They still ain't make a hit (no)\n  Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n  Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\n  We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\n  Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n\n  Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\n  Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n  Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n  They release it with perfect form\n  Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n  Ridin' the coupe with the roof back\n  We hit his top and put his roof back\n\n  Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n  Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\n  Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\n  Used to be gang and flipped, ass nigga\n  Hate these soft ass niggas\n  Quit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas)\n  Run and get hoed ass nigga\n  Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom, boom)\n\n  I'm from the projects, nigga (projects nigga)\n  Thought there was a gunshot victim\n  That's how I know them gunshots vicious\n  So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\n  I get in contact with it (contact)\n  So much smoke, catch contact, nigga\n  Make his momma get in contact with me\n  For a fact, kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga\n\n  Boy, I got the drop and you stay\n  I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n  Should I take the Glock or the K?\n  They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K\n  I pulled up with nothin' to say\n  He in danger, could tell by my face\n  Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n  Problem solved, with no other way\n\n  Huh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\n  Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n  These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n  Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\n  Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n  Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n  Married to the 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EP","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look, huh\n\nGlock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?\nTryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah\nPicasso couldn't even picture this, huh\nNow my pockets never anorexic\nCatch me in a big body whip, huh\nAnd I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\nGot this baddie toppin' shit, huh\nIn my hood, get folded like a futon\nStill no comfort in this bitch, huh\nRappin' just a niche, look\nKnow they watchin' shit, huh\nSo my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\nBut these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\nRainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)\nYou ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga\n(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\nI just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)\nLook, you wasn't there for the rain\nYou wasn't there through the storm\n(you wasn't there through the storm)\nAll this rage'll make a nigga back out\nDon't get blicked, baow, nigga\nAin't no vet when I put your dawg down\nHe get glit, baow nigga\nAin't no buck now here\n\nLookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\nI got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\nTell the shooters go and put him on a list\nRight before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\nI'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\nBro saw that nigga through the tint\nAnd he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\nEyes watchin', they still up on our dick\nAll that shootin' they said that they doin'\nThey still ain't make a hit (no)\nDiamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\nBag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)\nAyy, we ain't get it then but we get\nit now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)\nAmiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\nToo blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)\nGot it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\nLot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\nThey release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)\nPockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n(Ride through the hood with like two straps)\nRide in the coupe and put the roof back\nWe hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)\n\nOld bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\nSnitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\nBrick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\nUsed to be gang and flipped ass nigga\nHate these soft ass niggas\nQuit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)\nRun and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)\nMoney on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)\nI'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)\nFather was a gunshot victim\nThat's how I know them gunshots\nvicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)\nSo I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\nI get in contact with it (contact)\nSo much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)\nMake his mama get in contact with me\n.45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)\nBoy, I got the drop where you stay (drop)\nI'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\nShould I take the Glock or the K? (Glock)\nThey be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K (boom boom)\nI pulled up with nothin' to say (squad)\nHe in danger, could tell by my face\nStarted stutterin', pleadin' his case\nProblem solved, with no other way (boom boom)\n\nUh, ain't a bug now, ain't it?\nRidin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\nThese bullets gon' have shit bakin'\nMovin' like a pig, this shit gon' go, \"Brrt, brrt\"\nShut the fuck up, you bacon\nDon't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\nMarried to the money, I'm takin'\nMarried to the money, I'm takin'\nTired of the dubs, I love blue faces\nShe seein' the moves, her heart must be racin'\nYou know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\nMoney is colorful, I ain't no racist\nHuh, yeah, I ain't no racist\nMy money is colorful, I ain't no racist\nHuh, yeah, I ain't no racist\nWe ridin' 'round in the big body\nHuh, Sheff movin' big wocky\nAll gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\nHuh, move funny, the .8 got him\nShe gave me brain, a real 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hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n[00:38.21] But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n[00:40.32] Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\n[00:43.50] You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n[00:45.93] (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n[00:48.35] I just keep switchin' the flow up\n[00:50.10] Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n[00:51.72] You wasn't there through the storm\n[00:53.82] All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n[00:55.55] Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n[00:57.12] Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n[00:58.86] He get blicked, baow nigga\n[01:00.70] Ain't no buck now\n[01:01.69] Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n[01:04.55] I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n[01:06.08] Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n[01:07.90] 'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\n[01:10.65] I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n[01:12.54] Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n[01:14.24] And he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n[01:15.84] I was watchin', they still up on our dick\n[01:17.35] All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n[01:18.78] They still ain't make a hit (no)\n[01:19.84] Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n[01:21.42] Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\n[01:24.57] We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\n[01:27.42] Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n[01:29.52] Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\n[01:30.94] Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n[01:32.86] Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n[01:34.47] They release it with perfect form\n[01:36.59] Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n[01:38.98] Ridin' the coupe with the roof back\n[01:40.72] We hit his top and put his roof back\n[01:43.52] Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n[01:45.38] Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass 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danger, could tell by my face\n[02:20.79] Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n[02:22.32] Problem solved, with no other way\n[02:24.58] Huh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\n[02:27.53] Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n[02:29.48] These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n[02:30.96] Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\n[02:32.93] Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n[02:34.17] Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n[02:36.47] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:37.75] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:38.97] Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n[02:40.66] You seein' the moves, I'm almost erasin'\n[02:42.26] You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\n[02:44.26] Money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n[02:46.02] Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n[02:47.39] My money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n[02:49.43] Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n[02:50.85] We ridin' 'round in the big body\n[02:52.64] Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky\n[02:54.38] All gas, no brakes, 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back out\n  Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down\n  He get glit, baow nigga\n  Ain't no buck now here\n\n  Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\n  I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\n  Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\n  I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\n  Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\n  Eyes watchin', they still up on our dick\n  All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n  They still ain't make a hit (no)\n  Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n  Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)\n  Ayy, we ain't get it then but we get\n  it now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)\n  Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n  Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)\n  Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n  Lot of shooters I 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me\n  .45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)\n  Boy, I got the drop where you stay (drop)\n  I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n  Should I take the Glock or the K? 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got him\n  She gave me brain, a real scholar\n  Look, she givin' me good knowledge\n  We paved that wave, we wave starters\n  Huh, all drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n"},{"id":9726052,"name":"PICASSO","trackName":"PICASSO","artistName":"Sheff G, King Von, Jay Critch, Eli Fross","albumName":"Just 4 Yall","duration":212.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Great John on the beat by the way\nLook, huh\n\nGlock on Biggie and the clip two pack, huh, get it?\nTryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang), yeah\nPicasso couldn't even picture this, huh\nNow my pockets never end, an erection\nCatch me in a big body whip, huh\n\nAnd I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\nGot this baddy toppin' shit, huh\nAnd my hood afford it like a futon\nStill no comfort in this bitch, huh\nRappin' just a niche, look\n\nKnow they watchin' shit, huh\nSo my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\nBut these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\nRainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\nYou ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n\nI just keep switchin' the flow up\nLook, you wasn't there for the rain\nYou wasn't there through the storm\nAll this rage'll make a nigga back out\nDon't get blicked, baow, nigga\nAin't no vet' when I put your dawg down\nHe get blicked, baow nigga\nAin't no buck now\n\nLookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\nI got money, and I'll still take the risk\nTell the shooters go and put him on a list\n'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\nI'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\nBro saw that nigga through the tint\nAnd he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n\nI was watchin', they still up on our dick\nAll that shootin' they said that they doin'\nThey still ain't make a hit (no)\nDiamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\nBag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\nWe ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\nAmiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n\nToo blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\nGot it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\nLot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\nThey release it with perfect form\nPockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\nRidin' the coupe with the roof back\nWe hit his top and put his roof back\n\nOld bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\nSnitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\nBrick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\nUsed to be gang and flipped, ass nigga\nHate these soft ass niggas\nQuit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas)\nRun and get hoed ass nigga\nMoney on his head, about that, nigga (boom, boom)\n\nI'm from the projects, nigga 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erasin'\nYou know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\nMoney is colorful, I ain't no racist\nHuh, yeah, I ain't no racist\nMy money is colorful, I ain't no racist\nHuh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n\nWe ridin' 'round in the big body\nHuh, Sheff movin' big wocky\nAll gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\nHuh, move funny, the .8 got him\nShe gave me brain, a real scholar\nShe givin' me good knowledge\nWe paved that way, we way starters\nHuh, all drippy like water\n\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water...","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.55] Great John on the beat by the way\n[00:13.34] Look, huh\n[00:14.11] Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, huh, get it?\n[00:17.23] Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang), yeah\n[00:20.96] Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh\n[00:22.85] Now my pockets never end, an erection\n[00:24.35] Catch me in a big body whip, huh\n[00:26.30] And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\n[00:27.86] Got this baddy toppin' shit, huh\n[00:29.70] And my hood afford it like a futon\n[00:31.49] Still no comfort in this bitch, huh\n[00:33.17] Rappin' just a niche, look\n[00:35.18] Know they watchin' shit, huh\n[00:36.67] So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n[00:38.22] But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n[00:40.32] Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\n[00:43.57] You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n[00:45.96] (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n[00:48.34] I just keep switchin' the flow up\n[00:50.16] Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n[00:51.71] You wasn't there through the storm\n[00:53.86] All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n[00:55.58] Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n[00:57.16] Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n[00:58.85] He get blicked, baow nigga\n[01:00.73] Ain't no buck now\n[01:01.64] Lookin' like I hit a lick, 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Mortal Kombat, nigga\n[02:10.43] Boy, I got the drop and you stay\n[02:12.30] I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n[02:14.06] Should I take the Glock or the K?\n[02:15.59] They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K\n[02:17.57] I pulled up with nothin' to say\n[02:18.99] He in danger, could tell by my face\n[02:20.74] Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n[02:22.30] Problem solved, with no other way\n[02:24.51] Huh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\n[02:27.59] Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n[02:29.41] These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n[02:30.92] Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\n[02:32.90] Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n[02:34.13] Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n[02:36.46] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:37.71] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:38.92] Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n[02:40.62] You seein' the moves, I'm almost erasin'\n[02:42.25] You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\n[02:44.22] 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watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\n  You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n  (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n\n  I just keep switchin' the flow up\n  Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n  You wasn't there through the storm\n  All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n  Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n  He get blicked, baow nigga\n  Ain't no buck now\n\n  Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n  I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n  Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\n  I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n  Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  And he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n\n  I was watchin', they still up on our dick\n  All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n  They still ain't make a hit (no)\n  Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n  Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the 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King Von, Jay Critch & Eli Fross","albumName":"Just 4 Yall","duration":213.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look, huh\n\nGlock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?\nTryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah\nPicasso couldn't even picture this, huh\nNow my pockets never anorexic\nCatch me in a big body whip, huh\nAnd I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\nGot this baddie toppin' shit, huh\nIn my hood, get folded like a futon\nStill no comfort in this bitch, huh\nRappin' just a niche, look\nKnow they watchin' shit, huh\nSo my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\nBut these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\nRainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)\nYou ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga\n(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\nI just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)\nLook, you wasn't there for the rain\nYou wasn't there through the storm\n(You wasn't there through the storm)\nAll this rage'll make a nigga back out\nDon't get blicked, baow, nigga\nAin't no vet when I put your dawg down\nHe get glit, baow nigga\nAin't no buck now here\n\nLookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\nI got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\nTell the shooters go and put him on a list\nRight before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\nI'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\nBro saw that nigga through the tint\nAnd he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\nEyes watchin', they still up on our dick\nAll that shootin' they said that they doin'\nThey still ain't make a hit (no)\nDiamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\nBag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)\nAyy, we ain't get it then but we get\nIt now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)\nAmiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\nToo blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)\nGot it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\nLot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\nThey release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)\nPockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n(Ride through the hood with like two straps)\nRide in the coupe and put the roof back\nWe hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)\n\nOld bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\nSnitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\nBrick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\nUsed to be gang and flipped ass nigga\nHate these soft ass niggas\nQuit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)\nRun and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)\nMoney on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)\nI'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)\nFather was a gunshot victim\nThat's how I know them gunshots\nVicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)\nSo I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\nI get in contact with it (contact)\nSo much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)\nMake his mama get in contact with me\n.45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)\nBoy, I got the drop where you stay (drop)\nI'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\nShould I take the Glock or the K? (Glock)\nThey be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K (boom boom)\nI pulled up with nothin' to say (squad)\nHe in danger, could tell by my face\nStarted stutterin', pleadin' his case\nProblem solved, with no other way (boom boom)\n\nUh, ain't a bug now, ain't it?\nRidin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\nThese bullets gon' have shit bakin'\nMovin' like a pig, this shit gon' go, \"Brrt, brrt\"\nShut the fuck up, you bacon\nDon't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\nMarried to the money, I'm takin'\nMarried to the money, I'm takin'\nTired of the dubs, I love blue faces\nShe seein' the moves, her heart must be racin'\nYou know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\nMoney is colorful, I ain't no racist\nHuh, yeah, I ain't no racist\nMy money is colorful, I ain't no racist\nHuh, yeah, I ain't no racist\nWe ridin' 'round in the big body\nHuh, Sheff movin' big wocky\nAll gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\nHuh, move funny, the .8 got him\nShe gave me brain, a real scholar\nLook, she givin' me good knowledge\nWe paved that wave, we wave starters\nHuh, all drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\nDrippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.56] Great John on the beat by the way\n[00:13.34] Look, huh\n[00:14.19] Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, huh, get it?\n[00:17.29] Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang), yeah\n[00:20.93] Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh\n[00:22.80] Now my pockets never end, an erection\n[00:24.36] Catch me in a big body whip, huh\n[00:26.39] And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\n[00:27.87] Got this baddy toppin' shit, huh\n[00:29.79] And my hood afford it like a futon\n[00:31.44] Still no comfort in this bitch, huh\n[00:33.10] Rappin' just a niche, look\n[00:35.11] Know they watchin' shit, huh\n[00:36.69] So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n[00:38.21] But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n[00:40.32] Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\n[00:43.50] You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n[00:45.93] (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n[00:48.35] I just keep switchin' the flow up\n[00:50.10] Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n[00:51.72] You wasn't there through the storm\n[00:53.82] All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n[00:55.55] Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n[00:57.12] Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n[00:58.86] He get blicked, baow nigga\n[01:00.70] Ain't no buck now\n[01:01.69] Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n[01:04.55] I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n[01:06.08] Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n[01:07.90] 'Fore I ever seen Runtz takin' packs to the mid'\n[01:10.65] I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n[01:12.54] Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n[01:14.24] And he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n[01:15.84] I was watchin', they still up on our dick\n[01:17.35] All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n[01:18.78] They still ain't make a hit (no)\n[01:19.84] Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n[01:21.42] Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\n[01:24.57] We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\n[01:27.42] Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n[01:29.52] Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\n[01:30.94] Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n[01:32.86] Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n[01:34.47] They release it with perfect form\n[01:36.59] Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n[01:38.98] Ridin' the coupe with the roof back\n[01:40.72] We hit his top and put his roof back\n[01:43.52] Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n[01:45.38] Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass 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danger, could tell by my face\n[02:20.79] Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n[02:22.32] Problem solved, with no other way\n[02:24.58] Huh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\n[02:27.53] Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n[02:29.48] These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n[02:30.96] Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\n[02:32.93] Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n[02:34.17] Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n[02:36.47] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:37.75] Married to the money, I'm takin'\n[02:38.97] Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n[02:40.66] You seein' the moves, I'm almost erasin'\n[02:42.26] You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\n[02:44.26] Money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n[02:46.02] Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n[02:47.39] My money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n[02:49.43] Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n[02:50.85] We ridin' 'round in the big body\n[02:52.64] Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky\n[02:54.38] All gas, no brakes, 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back out\n  Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down\n  He get glit, baow nigga\n  Ain't no buck now here\n\n  Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\n  I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\n  Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\n  I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\n  Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\n  Eyes watchin', they still up on our dick\n  All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n  They still ain't make a hit (no)\n  Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n  Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)\n  Ayy, we ain't get it then but we get\n  it now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)\n  Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n  Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)\n  Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n  Lot of shooters I 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you can't stop us\n[02:55.83] Huh, move funny, the .8 got him\n[02:57.62] She gave me brain, a real scholar\n[02:59.54] She givin' me good knowledge\n[03:01.00] We paved that way, we way starters\n[03:02.98] Huh, all drippy like water\n[03:04.27] Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n[03:06.92] Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n[03:09.43] Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water...\n[03:32.82] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: PICASSO\n  artist: Sheff G with King Von, Critch, Jay & Eli Fross\n  album: Just 4 Yall\n  duration_ms: 212000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Great John on the beat by the way\n  start_ms: 10560\n  end_ms: 13340\n- text: Look, huh\n  start_ms: 13340\n  end_ms: 14190\n- text: Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, huh, get it?\n  start_ms: 14190\n  end_ms: 17290\n- text: Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang), yeah\n  start_ms: 17290\n  end_ms: 20930\n- text: Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh\n  start_ms: 20930\n  end_ms: 22800\n- text: Now my pockets never end, an erection\n  start_ms: 22800\n  end_ms: 24360\n- text: Catch me in a big body whip, huh\n  start_ms: 24360\n  end_ms: 26390\n- text: And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\n  start_ms: 26390\n  end_ms: 27870\n- text: Got this baddy toppin' shit, huh\n  start_ms: 27870\n  end_ms: 29790\n- text: And my hood afford it like a futon\n  start_ms: 29790\n  end_ms: 31440\n- text: Still no comfort in this bitch, huh\n  start_ms: 31440\n  end_ms: 33100\n- text: Rappin' just a niche, look\n  start_ms: 33100\n  end_ms: 35110\n- text: Know they watchin' shit, huh\n  start_ms: 35110\n  end_ms: 36690\n- text: So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n  start_ms: 36690\n  end_ms: 38210\n- text: But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n  start_ms: 38210\n  end_ms: 40320\n- text: Rainin' from these bows, watch these colors drip, huh (watch these colors drip)\n  start_ms: 40320\n  end_ms: 43500\n- text: You ain't get a day, but you'll get it now, nigga\n  start_ms: 43500\n  end_ms: 45930\n- text: (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n  start_ms: 45930\n  end_ms: 48350\n- text: I just keep switchin' the flow up\n  start_ms: 48350\n  end_ms: 50100\n- text: Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n  start_ms: 50100\n  end_ms: 51720\n- text: You wasn't there through the storm\n  start_ms: 51720\n  end_ms: 53820\n- text: All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n  start_ms: 53820\n  end_ms: 55550\n- text: Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  start_ms: 55550\n  end_ms: 57120\n- text: Ain't no vet' when I put your dawg down\n  start_ms: 57120\n  end_ms: 58860\n- text: He get blicked, baow nigga\n  start_ms: 58860\n  end_ms: 60700\n- text: Ain't no buck now\n  start_ms: 60700\n  end_ms: 61690\n- text: Lookin' like I hit a lick, still be on the strip\n  start_ms: 61690\n  end_ms: 64550\n- text: I got money, and I'll still take the risk\n  start_ms: 64550\n  end_ms: 66080\n- text: Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  start_ms: 66080\n  end_ms: 67900\n- text: '''Fore I ever seen Runtz takin'' packs to the mid'''\n  start_ms: 67900\n  end_ms: 70650\n- text: I'm thinkin', I steal it and make a flip (hey)\n  start_ms: 70650\n  end_ms: 72540\n- text: Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  start_ms: 72540\n  end_ms: 74240\n- text: And he got hit up in his whip (boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 74240\n  end_ms: 75840\n- text: I was watchin', they still up on our dick\n  start_ms: 75840\n  end_ms: 77350\n- text: All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n  start_ms: 77350\n  end_ms: 78780\n- text: They still ain't make a hit (no)\n  start_ms: 78780\n  end_ms: 79840\n- text: Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n  start_ms: 79840\n  end_ms: 81420\n- text: Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the checks, ayy (sit-up with the checks)\n  start_ms: 81420\n  end_ms: 84570\n- text: We ain't get it then, but we get it now, nigga (we get it now, nigga)\n  start_ms: 84570\n  end_ms: 87420\n- text: Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n  start_ms: 87420\n  end_ms: 89520\n- text: Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt Dior)\n  start_ms: 89520\n  end_ms: 90940\n- text: Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n  start_ms: 90940\n  end_ms: 92860\n- text: Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n  start_ms: 92860\n  end_ms: 94470\n- text: They release it with perfect form\n  start_ms: 94470\n  end_ms: 96590\n- text: Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n  start_ms: 96590\n  end_ms: 98980\n- text: Ridin' the coupe with the roof back\n  start_ms: 98980\n  end_ms: 100720\n- text: We hit his top and put his roof back\n  start_ms: 100720\n  end_ms: 103520\n- text: Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n  start_ms: 103520\n  end_ms: 105380\n- text: Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\n  start_ms: 105380\n  end_ms: 107180\n- text: Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\n  start_ms: 107180\n  end_ms: 108100\n- text: Used to be gang and flipped, ass nigga\n  start_ms: 108100\n  end_ms: 110100\n- text: Hate these soft ass niggas\n  start_ms: 110100\n  end_ms: 111860\n- text: Quit the pillow-talk ass niggas (pillow-talk ass niggas)\n  start_ms: 111860\n  end_ms: 113530\n- text: Run and get hoed ass nigga\n  start_ms: 113530\n  end_ms: 114860\n- text: Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom, boom)\n  start_ms: 114860\n  end_ms: 116920\n- text: I'm from the projects, nigga (projects nigga)\n  start_ms: 116920\n  end_ms: 118650\n- text: Thought there was a gunshot victim\n  start_ms: 118650\n  end_ms: 120050\n- text: That's how I know them gunshots vicious\n  start_ms: 120050\n  end_ms: 121880\n- text: So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\n  start_ms: 121880\n  end_ms: 123970\n- text: I get in contact with it (contact)\n  start_ms: 123970\n  end_ms: 125360\n- text: So much smoke, catch contact, nigga\n  start_ms: 125360\n  end_ms: 126970\n- text: Make his momma get in contact with me\n  start_ms: 126970\n  end_ms: 128770\n- text: For a fact, kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga\n  start_ms: 128770\n  end_ms: 130420\n- text: Boy, I got the drop and you stay\n  start_ms: 130420\n  end_ms: 132310\n- text: I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n  start_ms: 132310\n  end_ms: 134050\n- text: Should I take the Glock or the K?\n  start_ms: 134050\n  end_ms: 135540\n- text: They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K\n  start_ms: 135540\n  end_ms: 137580\n- text: I pulled up with nothin' to say\n  start_ms: 137580\n  end_ms: 138950\n- text: He in danger, could tell by my face\n  start_ms: 138950\n  end_ms: 140790\n- text: Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n  start_ms: 140790\n  end_ms: 142320\n- text: Problem solved, with no other way\n  start_ms: 142320\n  end_ms: 144580\n- text: Huh, oh, ain't no bold now, ain't it?\n  start_ms: 144580\n  end_ms: 147530\n- text: Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n  start_ms: 147530\n  end_ms: 149480\n- text: These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n  start_ms: 149480\n  end_ms: 150960\n- text: Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go \"brrt, brrt\"\n  start_ms: 150960\n  end_ms: 152930\n- text: Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n  start_ms: 152930\n  end_ms: 154170\n- text: Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n  start_ms: 154170\n  end_ms: 156470\n- text: Married to the money, I'm takin'\n  start_ms: 156470\n  end_ms: 157750\n- text: Married to the money, I'm takin'\n  start_ms: 157750\n  end_ms: 158970\n- text: Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n  start_ms: 158970\n  end_ms: 160660\n- text: You seein' the moves, I'm almost erasin'\n  start_ms: 160660\n  end_ms: 162260\n- text: You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\n  start_ms: 162260\n  end_ms: 164260\n- text: Money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n  start_ms: 164260\n  end_ms: 166020\n- text: Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n  start_ms: 166020\n  end_ms: 167390\n- text: My money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n  start_ms: 167390\n  end_ms: 169430\n- text: Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n  start_ms: 169430\n  end_ms: 170850\n- text: We ridin' 'round in the big body\n  start_ms: 170850\n  end_ms: 172640\n- text: Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky\n  start_ms: 172640\n  end_ms: 174380\n- text: All gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\n  start_ms: 174380\n  end_ms: 175830\n- text: Huh, move funny, the .8 got him\n  start_ms: 175830\n  end_ms: 177620\n- text: She gave me brain, a real scholar\n  start_ms: 177620\n  end_ms: 179540\n- text: She givin' me good knowledge\n  start_ms: 179540\n  end_ms: 181000\n- text: We paved that way, we way starters\n  start_ms: 181000\n  end_ms: 182980\n- text: Huh, all drippy like water\n  start_ms: 182980\n  end_ms: 184270\n- text: Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  start_ms: 184270\n  end_ms: 186920\n- text: Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  start_ms: 186920\n  end_ms: 189430\n- text: Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water...\n  start_ms: 189430\n  end_ms: 212820\nplain: |-\n  Look, huh\n\n  Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?\n  Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah\n  Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh\n  Now my pockets never anorexic\n  Catch me in a big body whip, huh\n  And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off\n  Got this baddie toppin' shit, huh\n  In my hood, get folded like a futon\n  Still no comfort in this bitch, huh\n  Rappin' just a niche, look\n  Know they watchin' shit, huh\n  So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon\n  But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit\n  Rainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)\n  You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga\n  (You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)\n  I just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)\n  Look, you wasn't there for the rain\n  You wasn't there through the storm\n  (you wasn't there through the storm)\n  All this rage'll make a nigga back out\n  Don't get blicked, baow, nigga\n  Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down\n  He get glit, baow nigga\n  Ain't no buck now here\n\n  Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip\n  I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk\n  Tell the shooters go and put him on a list\n  Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)\n  I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)\n  Bro saw that nigga through the tint\n  And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)\n  Eyes watchin', they still up on our dick\n  All that shootin' they said that they doin'\n  They still ain't make a hit (no)\n  Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish\n  Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)\n  Ayy, we ain't get it then but we get\n  it now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)\n  Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)\n  Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)\n  Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)\n  Lot of shooters I was searchin' for (searchin' for)\n  They release it with perfect form (glaow, baow)\n  Pockets on Biggie, I ride through the hood with like two straps\n  (Ride through the hood with like two straps)\n  Ride in the coupe and put the roof back\n  We hit his top and put his roof back (hey, boom boom)\n\n  Old bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga)\n  Snitch ass nigga (old snitch ass nigga)\n  Brick ass nigga (old brick ass nigga)\n  Used to be gang and flipped ass nigga\n  Hate these soft ass niggas\n  Quit the pillow talk ass niggas (pillow talk ass niggas)\n  Run and get hawked ass nigga (run and get hawked)\n  Money on his head, about that, nigga (boom boom)\n  I'm from the projects, nigga (projects, nigga)\n  Father was a gunshot victim\n  That's how I know them gunshots\n  vicious (boom boom, boom boom, boom boom)\n  So I'm shootin' first and I'm not missin'\n  I get in contact with it (contact)\n  So much smoke, catch contact, nigga (contact, nigga)\n  Make his mama get in contact with me\n  .45 kick him, Mortal Kombat, nigga (boom boom)\n  Boy, I got the drop where you stay (drop)\n  I'm gettin' impatient, might get him today\n  Should I take the Glock or the K? (Glock)\n  They be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K (boom boom)\n  I pulled up with nothin' to say (squad)\n  He in danger, could tell by my face\n  Started stutterin', pleadin' his case\n  Problem solved, with no other way (boom boom)\n\n  Uh, ain't a bug now, ain't it?\n  Ridin' 'round town with a big ol' grip in my lap\n  These bullets gon' have shit bakin'\n  Movin' like a pig, this shit gon' go, \"Brrt, brrt\"\n  Shut the fuck up, you bacon\n  Don't got time for a bitch, I just need cat\n  Married to the money, I'm takin'\n  Married to the money, I'm takin'\n  Tired of the dubs, I love blue faces\n  She seein' the moves, her heart must be racin'\n  You know Fross a doctor, 'cause she is my patient\n  Money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n  Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n  My money is colorful, I ain't no racist\n  Huh, yeah, I ain't no racist\n  We ridin' 'round in the big body\n  Huh, Sheff movin' big wocky\n  All gas, no brakes, you can't stop us\n  Huh, move funny, the .8 got him\n  She gave me brain, a real scholar\n  Look, she givin' me good knowledge\n  We paved that wave, we wave starters\n  Huh, all drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n  Drippy like water, drippy like water, drippy like water\n"}]