FivesUpRoddy - PICK IT UP

If she fucking with my dogs let foe see the shit
Pushing out the beam no SRT don't need no key to whip
Oppas doing gymnastics when we blast em make him do a flip
And yah girl we trash her we not gassin we could leak it bitch
And we got this ice on we see you we not slippin hoe
And I got a scope don't got no beam but we not missing though
And he saying we pussy why he run and why he missing though?
Run up in his shit and run his pockets we not blitzing though
You trippin hoe
Tellem spin for nothing put bread to hit yah muffin
Boy you buggin
Why he scared in public them shells hot like ovens
Got it jumping
Hollows go through whips they pull up get the bussin
Why he ducking
Or take out the clip get 40s and we snuff him
Just for nothing
I ain't sign a deal but niggas think I did so we gone leave it
Choppa get the squeezing
Shells gone make him bleed em
Don't believe em
Shots gon make em dance like Mike so when we pulled up we played beat it
Neck and wrist my shit on freezy niggas swear that I'm anemic
Who you walkin up on?
Make it lit in here
Pull up to that next block they know so they was never there
Catch em in the street or at his crib lil boy I'm everywhere
Catch him at the steps and now his new bed is a cemetery
Boy don't run up cux dem FLLT You gon feel forreal
And we know that drop but we gon see you, we gon chill forreal
Beat a nigga ass like
RIP to Emmit Till
And we in that skrt skrt
The whip that's only meant for drills
He was chattin then got hit up in his mm mm
Roll em in a backy ask a question I'm like mm mm
Know he talk to feds and he still flexin we like mm mm
See him ona block like he was Drexler and we

Written by:
Terrod McLean

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