Pick-A-Place

Pick a place it can be you and I
Just hope its safe maybe I could bring my Glock
Cause where I'm from it's either do I die
Barley had 50 we just tryna get rich

Trapping hard, cant get in the car unless it got tints
See clear through these ray bands 2 racks on me
I just wish them boys try me
My New Glock got a Studdar
Stay with the stick like Wayne Gretzkey
We gone give them blues
Bad bitch in Houston yea she do it so messy
I never see her Texas at all
But I'm feeling I might catch that flight
She know I flex and I ball she know how I live
But She ain't never ever came to the crib
Laa bag keep a couple racks on me
Skinny jeans looking look like I got a loaf of bread on me
From a place they'll kill bout sum Coochie,
But wont ride for they dead homies
Focused on money balling hard
Dunk the ball ion lay up
Even though you a 10 girl
You is not spending a night
Ask her do she wanna work out,
Cause ima have that Uber or that Lyft waiting
You got to go,
I got to stay up and swipe cough cough I mean stay up and write
Cause after this I'm done scheming, I'm calling this my last lick
Dellwood superstar I'm done trapping
Came long way from being average
Now my cars b the fastest
Chilling turning down groupies, I fell in love with the blue cheese
Backwoods' puffing rolling up some 93,
Astronaut feeling like I could never land
That boy be too fly and if I get you high,can we stay on the low?
So pick a place where you wanna be no geography
Where you wanna go?(On and on, got me in my feelings)
So Pick a place,it could be you and I just hope its safe
Maybe I can leave my Glock
Cause where I'm from its either do or die
Barely had 50 we was tryna get rich
(On and on)
Hope its Miami girl maybe I can bring my heat,
For you I'll leave the streets



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Writer(s): Deon Howard
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