Pick Up Yourself
Yo, this my solo song
So I'm just gonna record
The best worst bars I have
Yo but this next verse? This next verse?
Poopity scoop, buddy
Yuh, I got secrets only snails know
The wind blows, and I tell Jesus that was incredible (Poopity scoop)
I'm sitting drinking high pulp OJ out the bottle
I let out the clutch out and stall like a bathroom uh
You look like a poorly written multi choice question
Yes, I'd kill the SAT's by just educated guessing, uh
I dropped my phone in the toilet and now my cellular's sh-poop
Like going number two in a crowded bathroom
I'm smooth like butter y'all fakin' like margarine
Don't cross me, these vans ain't a finish line
I'm socrates with clean teeth, call that phlosophy (Woah)
I'm tryna watch my language I need subtitles, I'm in anguish
Look at the news! (It's going down like gravity)
When I trip (It's going down like gravity)
Newton, why? (It's going down like gravity)
I tried to fly but... (It's going down like gravity)
Look at the news! (It's going down like gravity)
When I trip (It's going down like gravity)
Newton, why? (It's going down like gravity)
I tried to fly but... (It's going down like gravity)
Lil Gucc Boi and Major Beef find Jesus
That's right baby
We up outta this
What's it been, one year, two years, it don't matter baby
Let's go
So I'm just gonna record
The best worst bars I have
Yo but this next verse? This next verse?
Poopity scoop, buddy
Yuh, I got secrets only snails know
The wind blows, and I tell Jesus that was incredible (Poopity scoop)
I'm sitting drinking high pulp OJ out the bottle
I let out the clutch out and stall like a bathroom uh
You look like a poorly written multi choice question
Yes, I'd kill the SAT's by just educated guessing, uh
I dropped my phone in the toilet and now my cellular's sh-poop
Like going number two in a crowded bathroom
I'm smooth like butter y'all fakin' like margarine
Don't cross me, these vans ain't a finish line
I'm socrates with clean teeth, call that phlosophy (Woah)
I'm tryna watch my language I need subtitles, I'm in anguish
Look at the news! (It's going down like gravity)
When I trip (It's going down like gravity)
Newton, why? (It's going down like gravity)
I tried to fly but... (It's going down like gravity)
Look at the news! (It's going down like gravity)
When I trip (It's going down like gravity)
Newton, why? (It's going down like gravity)
I tried to fly but... (It's going down like gravity)
Lil Gucc Boi and Major Beef find Jesus
That's right baby
We up outta this
What's it been, one year, two years, it don't matter baby
Let's go
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Writer(s): Samuel Henry
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