Pick & Roll
These niggas is bitches I know
The club is the court when I'm choosing hoes the way that I pick and I roll
BG in my soul gussy the bros, ain't do this shit on my own
And I'm drippin sauce
Bitch I just might hit you off lemme get in my zone
I been picking myself up bitch I ain't got time to pick up my phone
I put my foot in these poems
My niggas rockin v lone
These niggas copy be clones
Remember they wasn't liking our songs
Now they wanna hop on our songs
But they ain't gonn rock with me when I tell em the time that I'm on
Think back
Way back
When I sent you my shit you ain't play that
It was like that let it stay that
Respect wasn't given had to take that
Guss block trey block where I stay at
Love all my niggas won't leave em
Fuck a opp where we catch em we leave em
Walk in a pack like hyenas
My lil bitch she a keeper
Don't want ya bitch you can keep her
Hit and returner like Tina
Sauce Gang bread cheese sauce pizza
I been
Plottin
I'm tryna get to the dough
I built this shit from the pavement
Then I watched my niggas grow
These niggas is bitches I know
The club is the court when I'm choosing hoes the way that I pick and I roll
BG in my soul gussy the bros, ain't do this shit on my own
And I'm drippin sauce
Bitch I just might hit you off lemme get in my zone
I been picking myself up bitch I ain't got time to pick up my phone
I put my foot in these poems
My niggas rockin v lone
These niggas copy be clones
Remember they wasn't liking our songs
Now they wanna hop on our songs
But they ain't gonn rock with me when I tell em the time that I'm on
Ain't stressing no
Next bitch new bitch ex bitch old bitch
Drippin juice my necklace frozen
Execute my x and o's
Gotta keep an effin fn just for my protection woah
We ain't playing games lil nigga that's what we brought a tech in for
When I arrive with the mobb
I get that look from ya chick
Mj gonn throw me the lob
Then Imma dunk on ya bitch
She want bags, gucci
Shorty bad, bougie
Smoking gas, boolin
Keep a mag, shoot it
I Blew a kiss at ya bm fuck tryna slide in a dm
Most of these bitches be eaters I'm not the guy that'll feed em
Cross faded feeling like a zombie
Suddenly these bitches on my body
If these niggas really out to get me
Tell em it ain't really hard to find me
The club is the court when I'm choosing hoes the way that I pick and I roll
BG in my soul gussy the bros, ain't do this shit on my own
And I'm drippin sauce
Bitch I just might hit you off lemme get in my zone
I been picking myself up bitch I ain't got time to pick up my phone
I put my foot in these poems
My niggas rockin v lone
These niggas copy be clones
Remember they wasn't liking our songs
Now they wanna hop on our songs
But they ain't gonn rock with me when I tell em the time that I'm on
Think back
Way back
When I sent you my shit you ain't play that
It was like that let it stay that
Respect wasn't given had to take that
Guss block trey block where I stay at
Love all my niggas won't leave em
Fuck a opp where we catch em we leave em
Walk in a pack like hyenas
My lil bitch she a keeper
Don't want ya bitch you can keep her
Hit and returner like Tina
Sauce Gang bread cheese sauce pizza
I been
Plottin
I'm tryna get to the dough
I built this shit from the pavement
Then I watched my niggas grow
These niggas is bitches I know
The club is the court when I'm choosing hoes the way that I pick and I roll
BG in my soul gussy the bros, ain't do this shit on my own
And I'm drippin sauce
Bitch I just might hit you off lemme get in my zone
I been picking myself up bitch I ain't got time to pick up my phone
I put my foot in these poems
My niggas rockin v lone
These niggas copy be clones
Remember they wasn't liking our songs
Now they wanna hop on our songs
But they ain't gonn rock with me when I tell em the time that I'm on
Ain't stressing no
Next bitch new bitch ex bitch old bitch
Drippin juice my necklace frozen
Execute my x and o's
Gotta keep an effin fn just for my protection woah
We ain't playing games lil nigga that's what we brought a tech in for
When I arrive with the mobb
I get that look from ya chick
Mj gonn throw me the lob
Then Imma dunk on ya bitch
She want bags, gucci
Shorty bad, bougie
Smoking gas, boolin
Keep a mag, shoot it
I Blew a kiss at ya bm fuck tryna slide in a dm
Most of these bitches be eaters I'm not the guy that'll feed em
Cross faded feeling like a zombie
Suddenly these bitches on my body
If these niggas really out to get me
Tell em it ain't really hard to find me
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Writer(s): Jevon Peets
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