Pick Up

I won't pick up
You broke like six bucks
I might sip cups
I don't give fucks
I won't pick up
You broke like six bucks
I might sip cups
I don't give fucks

I'm too legit
I make your bitch cum
Underwater splits
Tongue all up in the clit
Thumb in her ass like this
Bum bounce up in air
I got them pheromones, I swear
You steady caring, I don't care
While you keep sharing, I won't share
Designer I don't need it
I just buy it cause I like it
Ask the bar to pour a double then I fuck around and spike it
I'm higher than a titan might've died once but i'm wilding
Ask my barber bout my cut because swear to god he style it
Silence all your issues I don't carry 'round no tissues
I put you on blast, on my ass, I don't miss you
Leave you in the past like my last you get ditched boo
I know you are broken bitch I'm sorry I can't fix you
I'm my own enemy yep (No)
Look at crook in my step (Oh)
You not my main, you a step hoe
Where the fuck all of the respect go?
Running in apartments to buzzing and buzzing out to plugging while they were chugging, my cousin was running routes

I won't pick up
You broke like six bucks
I might sip cups
I don't give fucks

I fantasize about my death
They greedy hands will grab at whatever I have left
I'm shaken and I'm stirred while I take my last breath
Thanks for your concern I'll make it permanent like debt
Buried in Missouri in no hurry to the westside
I ain't really stressing stop messing with the WiFi
You ain't really wifey you just fucking with the wrong guy
Tell me hurry up and you'll be waiting for a long time
I don't even smoke, but I think I need a cigarette
I will never choke, you just scope while i'm living it
Ask the NSA for my data, I ain't giving it
Tap my phone away, VPN on the internet
Look me up snap, you won't find my location
Make that booty clap like a standing ovation
I don't need no map throw that ass in rotation
After this dick you might need a vacation
You test my patience, block you on Twitter rant
I build foundations, follow me Instagram
I'm a sinner, whole pound on the weekend
Split and splinter like the wood when it creakin'

I won't pick up
You broke like six bucks
I might sip cups
I don't give fucks



Credits
Writer(s): Kirk Siefert
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