No Picks
I don't want get my feelings involved I'm worried bout getting em off
Im weight'n up p's in the loft, he play with the money I'm picking em off
Yea
Im picking eem off, He play with the money I'm picking him off
I think Im a pick up the soft, my cousin he play with the tar
I play the chop like the guitar, they try me im picking em off
Aint piacking at all, Aint picking at all
They try me I promise im picking em off
I ain't really here for the talk, like just let me know when your ready for war
I probably should win a award, for hustling they hating but hating for what
I could feel this shit in my gut
I'm thinking bout heating it up
I'm thinking bout seeing his blood
Like squash his lil ass like a bug
Im done with the lean im done with the perk and the lean
They think I got rich off the rap this shit aint what it seem
Ya think im the one for to try this shit ain't what you think
Empty the chop when I slide tryna air out the scene
I don't want get my feelings involved I'm worried bout getting em off
Im weight'n up p's in the loft, he play with the money I'm picking em off
Yea
Im picking eem off, He play with the money I'm picking him off
I think Im a pick up the soft, my cousin he play with the tar
I play the chop like the guitar, they try me im picking em off
Aint piacking at all, Aint picking at all
They try me I promise im picking em off
Don't play me for soft don't play me for week or Im chalking eem out
They running they mouth, Im running the south and they mad that Im running it up
Ain't spending a buck, I gotta go put this shit up
I don't see myself giving up, Im washing the work in the tub tryna clean this shit up
Bring in the bags, Im in the back smoking and counting the cash
Empty the mags, Im on his block, pull up and empty the mags
Finish his ass
Hop out and finish his ass
For respect of the love and the money Im gone get some dirt on my hands
I don't want get my feelings involved I'm worried bout getting em off
Im weight'n up p's in the loft, he play with the money I'm picking em off
Yea
Im picking eem off, He play with the money I'm picking him off
I think Im a pick up the soft, my cousin he play with the tar
I play the chop like the guitar, they try me im picking em off
Aint piacking at all, Aint picking at all
They try me I promise im picking em off
Im weight'n up p's in the loft, he play with the money I'm picking em off
Yea
Im picking eem off, He play with the money I'm picking him off
I think Im a pick up the soft, my cousin he play with the tar
I play the chop like the guitar, they try me im picking em off
Aint piacking at all, Aint picking at all
They try me I promise im picking em off
I ain't really here for the talk, like just let me know when your ready for war
I probably should win a award, for hustling they hating but hating for what
I could feel this shit in my gut
I'm thinking bout heating it up
I'm thinking bout seeing his blood
Like squash his lil ass like a bug
Im done with the lean im done with the perk and the lean
They think I got rich off the rap this shit aint what it seem
Ya think im the one for to try this shit ain't what you think
Empty the chop when I slide tryna air out the scene
I don't want get my feelings involved I'm worried bout getting em off
Im weight'n up p's in the loft, he play with the money I'm picking em off
Yea
Im picking eem off, He play with the money I'm picking him off
I think Im a pick up the soft, my cousin he play with the tar
I play the chop like the guitar, they try me im picking em off
Aint piacking at all, Aint picking at all
They try me I promise im picking em off
Don't play me for soft don't play me for week or Im chalking eem out
They running they mouth, Im running the south and they mad that Im running it up
Ain't spending a buck, I gotta go put this shit up
I don't see myself giving up, Im washing the work in the tub tryna clean this shit up
Bring in the bags, Im in the back smoking and counting the cash
Empty the mags, Im on his block, pull up and empty the mags
Finish his ass
Hop out and finish his ass
For respect of the love and the money Im gone get some dirt on my hands
I don't want get my feelings involved I'm worried bout getting em off
Im weight'n up p's in the loft, he play with the money I'm picking em off
Yea
Im picking eem off, He play with the money I'm picking him off
I think Im a pick up the soft, my cousin he play with the tar
I play the chop like the guitar, they try me im picking em off
Aint piacking at all, Aint picking at all
They try me I promise im picking em off
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Writer(s): Nathaniel Holden
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