Pick & Choose

Ever since I got a little older
I could pick and choose
This drake hold 30 in the clip
So if you play you lose
Count up the backend
Now they envy me I'm bussin moves
That bitch don't love you
She stay close
She got nothing to prove
You keep about 30 on it
I keep about 40 on it
Leveled my inner self
Was fighting let my demons run it
Niggas gon talk up out they mouth
When they see smoke they running
I know the fakest niggas to me
Was the closest
Mix the lean up what I'm pourin
Face the wood
That's what I'm smoking
Yea yea
Down on my ass
Ain't nobody gave a call yea
Now they out here asking trap jayy
Where you was yea
Got no manners bitch I got no manners
For a hoe with no respect
I ain't filled with no neglect
Know I gotta keep a tech
Case a nigga disrespect
(Like ouuuu aye)
15 racks all up on designer blue
Aye strips
Knew I was the shit
Don't get caught up in the mix
Do no perkys cuz you know we sipping
Wock hard
My whole gang in the back
Just like a guitar
Like bitch stay in your lane
Fuck clout I don't need no fame
Swear this 30 change your name
Put some blood up on my veins

Ever since I got a little older
I could pick and choose
This drake hold 30 in the clip
So if you play you lose
Count up the backend
Now they envy me I'm bussin moves
That bitch don't love you
She stay close
She got nothing to prove
You keep about 30 on it
I keep about 40 on it
Leveled my inner self
Was fighting let my demons run it
Niggas gon talk up out they mouth
When they see smoke they running
I know the fakest niggas to me
Was the closest
Mix the lean up what I'm pourin
Face the wood
That's what I'm smoking
Yea yea
Count up my racks till the morning
Yea you know that I'm on it
Leveled up my bezel
Leveled up my drip
Leveled up my bitch
I put 30 in the stick
You can't fuck with a young nigga



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Writer(s): Jayson Rivas
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