Pick N Roll

(álbum: 1012 - 2019)

[Big Blake:]
You now in tune with da realest
You niggas ain't bout no business
Claiming you real dope dealers
Streets is fresh out of love
Niggas ain't got no feelings
Pull up looking like villains
Whip ain't got no ceilings
Catch me sauced up might be dripping n a brand new drop
Might be dipping up and down yo block
The F my city that bitch on lock
Niggas be talking ain't got no guap
Ya hoe can't talk when she giving me top
Hoe ass niggas wanna get me chopped
Rather me dead than sitting on top

[Shotta Spence:]
Rock to the beat, rock to the beat, rock to the beat, rock out if you ain't no slouch
Rock to the beat, rock to the beat, rock to the beat, good vibes you already know what I'm bout
Racks in the bank, racks on my moms, racks on my girl, big racks, I don't care about clout
Ride for my fam, ride for my crew, ride for my town, FTOWN I'mma always stay down
Slide on the beat, slide on slide on the beat, Shotta Spence got the F Town bounce
Get off the wall go and get you some cash, go and get you some ass stop standing around
Cash going up, rain coming down, rain coming down, drip drip we don't see no drought
Dodging the cops, dodging the cops, dodging the cops, skrt skrt GPS reroute

Slide on the beat, slide on slide on the beat, Spence Lee got the F Town bounce
Young Shotta Spence gon' slide on the beat, slide on the beat, I cannot be no slouch
Fly as a bird, fly as a bird, tag on my shirt some shit I cannot pronounce
Bapes on my feet like the Hollywood Walk, all I see is stars when I look down
Bounce up and down, bounce up and down, shake up and down lil girl cause you know that you bad
Bounce up and down, bounce up and down, shake up and down I don't care if its little or fat
One of a kind, one of a kind, they can't copy my style so I know that they mad
Ladies love me, ladies love me, ladies love me, I don't need no tough guy act

Hop off the plane, hop on the stage then I go tun up the crowd, man that shit so live
Pray everyday work hard everyday because in 2018 man I almost died
Fuck all the beef, fuck all the beef, stay drama free, to the negative shit I'm blind
All of my life, all of my life I had a vision, I was looking straight through my third eye
Life is a bitch, I'mma slide in the bitch, I'mma slide in the pussy, I'mma make the shit cry
Shawty so wet, shawty so wet, Shawty so wet, uh-huh she don't need K-Y
Internet gangster, you keyboard banger, you hunched on your phone, you should go outside
Talking all that shit, when you talking that shit, say more about you than it say about I
Don't call my phone, don't call my phone, don't call my phone if you talking about less than an ounce
Thumbing through the bread while I'm getting some head, man the head so good had to fuckin recount
Smoking on loud, yeah I'm smoking on loud, yeah I'm smoking on cookie ain't talking girl scout
Envious people they green in the face they belong in the trash like Oscar the Grouch

[Shotta Spence & Big Blake:]
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em

[Big Blake:]
Rock to the beat, rock to the beat, rock to the beat if you ain't no slouch
Rock to the beat, rock to the beat, these niggas sleep, these niggas is stuck to the couch
Racks in the bank, racks from the dank, loud peel the paint, I still bust traps out the house
Ride for my fam, ride for my team, ride for my town, F-Town I'mma always hold it down
Slide on the beat, slide on the beat, eyes on the streets, never catching me slipping, on God
Get off your ass, go and get you some cash, me and Spence get the bag these niggas is lost
Put some respect, put some respect, put some respect on my name when you talk to boss
Dodging the cops, dodging the cops, dodging the cops, still tryna get few packs off
Slide on the beat, slide on the beat, slide on the beat, slide on it like Gucci flip flops
Tied to the mob, ride for the mob, ties to the money, tied up talking about big knots
[Shotta Spence:]
Stone on my wrist, stone on my fist, stone on my earlobe is a Dwayne Johnson rock
Walk in my shoes, walk in my shoes, walk in my shoes, you could never fit them, I'm Sasquatch
[Big Blake:]
Don't get crossed up, feel like A-I when I got the rock
Hit a nigga up, hit a nigga with the bop
[Shotta Spence:]
Big Blake pass it I'mma take it up top
So high I hit my head on the press box
[Big Blake:]
No defense, got the streets on lock
Think we hot now nigga wait 'til we pop
You don't make the cut my nigga it's chop

[Shotta Spence & Big Blake:]
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em
Pick and roll on 'em