Blow The Pickle

(album: It Cost To Live Like This, Pt. 2 - 2020)

[Ambjaay & Too $hort:]
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
Blow the whistle
Tay Kieth, fuck these niggas up
Ayy, it cost to live like this, you heard me?

[Ambjaay:]
Ayy, blow the whistle
How'd this bitch get in such a pickle?
Choppa gon' erase a nigga up, like a pencil
Cute face, fat ass, with some dimples
Man, I'm bleeding on this bitch, like a minstrel
Spin that ass, like the fan on the ceiling
No Popeyes, bitch, I'm getting chicken
She wanna fuck 'cause a young nigga tripping
Put the dick in her out, man, her tooth ain't got fillin's
AMB, independent
Scream my name when I'm in it
Jumping out the gym, man, I feel like Blake Griffin
Bitch, I go ham, I ain't talking Thanksgiving
Getting head, like I'm fitted
Get the cash, then I'm dipping

[Ambjaay (Wiz Khalifa):]
Is it me, or is it you?
You can tell if she's a [?], got her name in her hoops
Chilling with the gang that got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with the dank, she blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you (Okay)
I'ma do what I do

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Bitch, I'm the truth
They tell me I'm greedy, I'ma need you, you, and you
They come when I'm leaving, only two seats in the coupe
Come fuck with the leader, I heard your nigga is a loser
Baby girl a chooser
Not about my music
Nigga talking shit, don't get your baby daddy bruised up
We just had a couple shots and now she's getting in the mood to fuck
Tryna beat it up, I ain't in the mood for love
So fuck your Valentine
I'm your busy nigga, I don't have the time
It's difficult enough tryna balance mine
In the club and I'm standing on the couch
When we go back to the crib, I'm tryna put it in your mouth

[Ambjaay (Wiz Khalifa):]
Is it me, or is it you?
You can tell if she's a [?], got her name in her hoops (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Chilling with the gang that got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with the dank, she blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you
I'ma do what I do

[Ambjaay:]
Fell in love with the loot
Follow the leader, you only tough in a group
Balling on niggas, I'm MVP when I hoop
I'm fucking her good, I beat the pussy 'til it's noon
Blow the whistle, blow the pickle
Shake that ass, move it move, make it wiggle

Is it me, or is it you?
You can tell if she's a [?], got her name in her hoops
Chilling with the gang that got bitches in the coupe
Fell in love with the dank, she blow the dick like a flute
Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you
I'ma do what I do

Tay Kieth, fuck these niggas up
Bitch!