Pick Up

(albüm: The Ruined - 2016)

I came through and I killed it these niggas didn't know
You need to learn from your bitches to hit up my show
Early morning, I'm chiefing and 'bout to pass out
Getting texts from some people I don't care about
Making changes I'm clearing up from my last route
Looking at me she tell me she 'bout to crash out

Hold up, die down
Hold up, stop playing

I know my limits, you know
I know I'm different, you know
Pick up the phone and I go somewhere that you wouldn't know
Leave me alone you see me I'm in my zone
And I don't mean to sound cliché, baby let's go and roam
Put it together, know I do it better this my weather
Know this I'm 'bout my cheddar no time for niggas to catch up
Pistol up by my side, no reason for me to let up
Really gon' have it hard thinking I'm easy to setup
I stuff woods and deuces to all my soldiers
We gon' get hotter in weather, the world colder
I 'bout my city, just hoping they see me over
I'm pushing down on these horses that's in my motor
I kept it smoking forever I keep it going
These niggas talking they notice I'm off that old shit
They notice I'm off that old shit
Lil' bitch I keep it going

Fuck the talk, fuck the talk, look at ya'll
On the road, blowing grands at the mall
Get her right, grip her tight yeah she right
Yeah she might fuck you over any night

Fuck the talk, fuck the talk, look at ya'll
On the road, blowing grands at the mall
Get her right, grip her tight yeah she right
Yeah she might fuck you over any night

Never needed nobody but ya'll can fall through
We can argue and shit, bitch I'ma call you
Pick up, you're telling me, "this rough"
Big puffs, adrenaline gets stuck
Big bucks, I'm tryna' get big bucks
You try your luck and try to get tough
We get em' up its nothing you amateurs
Come through she tripping and handle her

Fuck the talk, fuck the talk, look at ya'll
On the road, blowing grands at the mall
Get her right, grip her tight yeah she right
Yeah she might fuck you over any night

Fuck the talk, fuck the talk, look at ya'll
On the road, blowing grands at the mall
Get her right, grip her tight yeah she right
Yeah she might fuck you over any night

My soul shining I glisten up as the night sing
She her blinding, she open up as in my queen
It's crunch time fuck it all the time, ay
You fuck boys need an empire
Grape vine through the grape vine
Heard that go to date if you take mines
That's a message I'm clearing out through the bass line
You niggas you better wait bruh