Pico

[Intro]
Niggas be thinking they so smart
I don't know why they be thinking they gotta butter a bitch up
"Come kick it with a nigga"
"Come eat, come doo-doo-da, doo-doo-da, doo-doo-da," like
If you wanna fuck, just say that
And I'ma tell y'all what shit is
I ain't got time for—
(Cocá in there making beats and shit)

[Verse 1: El Cousteau]
Anything she wear with her ass out, I like
Free Tay Boog out the motherfucking prison (Straight up)
I'm looking for what niggas can't find (Huh)
Self-esteem and comfortability (Okay)
You want take things into consideration (Woah)
Now you a person of understanding (Woah)
Everybody pay attention to the bitch that I'm with
She can't keep her head out my lap (Yeah)
My career right now don't give me the capacity to love my mother like I'm supposed to
Explainin' where I'm at mentally
Or which step I'm at on this road (Huh)
Look at all of us and whichever side of the fence, it suits our interest
It's the major league dreams
We all gettin' high off the potential
Swerve out this motherfucker (Okay)
Straight out the back door (Yeah, yeah)
I sold everything that I had out the bag, bro
My cousin out the— feds for some hard crimes (Woah)
Heart strung on compliments
How long can I sympathize?
Yeah, alright (Woah, woah, woah)

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
It ain't even have to go like that
I just need to buy a coastal pad
Pushin' Mercedes down Ocean Ave
The ember glow under the ash
We fizzled out the understanding
I think about it when I land
Not seeking counsel from a gnat (Uh)
Take the feed, round it up, pass it
Walkin' on high water, watch your step
You did me too foul for me to forget
Look at you now, it's like—
Took her to town, turned it off the 10
Pronoun him, burn down spliff
Window on the townhouse got tint
I been broke out of the mix
It's been real calm in the Mid'
Wind spurt put a thousand in the wind
This a personal part of the deal
You get hurt, you can't holler, "Ayy, yeah"
Where it's fertile is where we gon' build
Cracked a smirk in the bank at the till
All blue strips, faded at the 'tel
They on bullshit, they wasn't real
These babies need food in the village
We need to be paid in the fullest, for real
Get hit with exuberant interest
They face lookin' stank when we shoot 'em the bill
Stable with something resilient
My patience ran through, gotta chill