Picking Or Choosing (feat. CARTELL BABY)

Brodie In the kitchen cooking soft, that's that dog food
Feds tried to raid the last house we in another state

How the fuck you cuff a thot? she be picking or choosing
You got to listen to what i'm saying, nigga stop being stupid

See me tipping them foreign thangs, have you feeling clueless
Bitch tried to show love to me, bitch i ain't no cupid

You gotta stop lying in you're music
Brodie In the kitchen cooking soft that's that dog food

Feds tried to raid the last house, we in another state
How the fuck you cuff a thot? she be picking or choosing

You got to listen to what I'm saying, nigga stop being stupid
See me tipping them foreign thangs, have you feeling clueless

Bitch tried to show love to me bitch i ain't no cupid
You gotta stop lying to theses people, you got cap in your music
Put the switch on the blick, switch is ft ft fast

I told brodie hit the road let's go racing
Left his ass with the heat like he bacon
Man fucking all my opp hoes, that's why they haten

Baby drac hit him in his head like he haitian
You know if it's about some pape, ian waiting

Cartel baby got the glock, no need a laser
Fuck around and shot the wrong nigga just for the paper

I catch a opp get right on his ass and get some laser
Nigga really don't want the fade give him a taper
I get glock ion need my pole i got my razor

Up on the west with my nigga zu, bitch we banging four fives
Goofy nigga really tried it, told his ass he was gon die

We gon make it out the city, we ain't capping
Six one six, on the six we ain't lacking

I catch a opp light him up like some matches
Shooting darts in the dark just like tony stark

Sipping on some wocki, got me seeing stars
Four five hit his tummy he was lacking

See it spitting out the timmy, call it action
I catch a opp light him up like some matches

Hmmmm, like Brodie said ain't have no money in my mattress
You think that bitch is special? but she a cat fish

Ian tripping on you baby i'm living lavish
Sports mode on the dash, take off traction

This not a beaper this a blower, caught him lacking
Me and my nigga cartel baby slagging static

I catch a opp light him up like some matches
Hmmm, like brodie said ain't have no money in my mattress

You think that bitch special? but she a cat fish
Ian tripping on you baby i'm living lavish

Sport mode on the dash, take off traction
This a blower not a beaper caught him lacking
Me and my nigga cartel baby slagging static



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Writer(s): Mark Jones
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