Pick 'Em Up
Ayy, tell my ex to go dig her dead ass uncle up
Oh yeah, go tell the other one to pick her dead ass sister up
Ha, fuck ha
Go and pick your sister up, disrespectful
Give no fucks
Tell your momma grieve 'bout your uncle
Fuck that bitch, she gettin' dissed too
Died on live, that shit was tragic
Had your pole, why you ain't shoot?
I don't give a fuck about them niggas
Switches made for shootin' I been fiendin' for a body
Let's go slide I'm, catchin' two
Fuck your uncle, his ass dead, you miss him he can't miss you too
Heard that bitch, she died in traffic
Started flippin' like gymnastics
Tried to save you once, but it ain't work, so I ain't tryin' too
Damn that nigga died gamblin', think it was a headshot too
Flippin' in a Tesla, you goin' in a bag ain't goin' in a stretcher
I been geekin' for a body, I can't wait to stretch 'em
ARP, R.I.P call up Dre he shoot for me
Catch a B, that's my evil twin, he don't ever miss
Got a Glock with a switch, killed your bro and now he missed
I'ma kill him if they play, I keep the Glock right by my dick
"Skrrt" what you heard, after I did a lil' hit
Put him on a shirt, he a pussy lil' bitch
Free the headshot king caught a body, sent him up the road
Don't speak on Dee and we ain't got no problem, matter fact, my bros
I ain't have no one, when I spinned your block, I had my Glock
Saw the crowd, chased him down, and then I emptied 30 shots
Seen that bitch, she talkin' shit, ain't respond, I already hit
Need to get your shit together 'fore you ever send a diss
Cause your brother broke as fuck, and your momma suckin' dick
On your ass, you want to play, homicide detectives cause of death
One straight to the head, I don't want to name drop
Ain't tryna make nobody famous, but one thing that I can say
That one dude went inside the hotel ain't left out
Cause they done walked in left his ass brainless
Shoutout Marcus
Walked him down and now he chalked all on the pavement
Go and pick your sister up, disrespectful
Give no fucks
Tell your momma grieve 'bout your uncle
Fuck that bitch, she gettin' dissed too
Died on live, that shit was tragic
Had your pole, why you ain't shoot?
I don't give a fuck about them niggas
Switches made for shootin' I been fiendin' for a body
Let's go slide I'm, catchin' two
Fuck your uncle, his ass dead, you miss him he can't miss you too
Heard that bitch, she died in traffic
Started flippin' like gymnastics
Aha, ha, ha, ha
Started flippin' like gymnastics
Aha, ha, ha, ha
That bitch got hit by a whip
Aha, ha, ha, ha
Damn
Fuck these niggas, gang
Oh yeah, go tell the other one to pick her dead ass sister up
Ha, fuck ha
Go and pick your sister up, disrespectful
Give no fucks
Tell your momma grieve 'bout your uncle
Fuck that bitch, she gettin' dissed too
Died on live, that shit was tragic
Had your pole, why you ain't shoot?
I don't give a fuck about them niggas
Switches made for shootin' I been fiendin' for a body
Let's go slide I'm, catchin' two
Fuck your uncle, his ass dead, you miss him he can't miss you too
Heard that bitch, she died in traffic
Started flippin' like gymnastics
Tried to save you once, but it ain't work, so I ain't tryin' too
Damn that nigga died gamblin', think it was a headshot too
Flippin' in a Tesla, you goin' in a bag ain't goin' in a stretcher
I been geekin' for a body, I can't wait to stretch 'em
ARP, R.I.P call up Dre he shoot for me
Catch a B, that's my evil twin, he don't ever miss
Got a Glock with a switch, killed your bro and now he missed
I'ma kill him if they play, I keep the Glock right by my dick
"Skrrt" what you heard, after I did a lil' hit
Put him on a shirt, he a pussy lil' bitch
Free the headshot king caught a body, sent him up the road
Don't speak on Dee and we ain't got no problem, matter fact, my bros
I ain't have no one, when I spinned your block, I had my Glock
Saw the crowd, chased him down, and then I emptied 30 shots
Seen that bitch, she talkin' shit, ain't respond, I already hit
Need to get your shit together 'fore you ever send a diss
Cause your brother broke as fuck, and your momma suckin' dick
On your ass, you want to play, homicide detectives cause of death
One straight to the head, I don't want to name drop
Ain't tryna make nobody famous, but one thing that I can say
That one dude went inside the hotel ain't left out
Cause they done walked in left his ass brainless
Shoutout Marcus
Walked him down and now he chalked all on the pavement
Go and pick your sister up, disrespectful
Give no fucks
Tell your momma grieve 'bout your uncle
Fuck that bitch, she gettin' dissed too
Died on live, that shit was tragic
Had your pole, why you ain't shoot?
I don't give a fuck about them niggas
Switches made for shootin' I been fiendin' for a body
Let's go slide I'm, catchin' two
Fuck your uncle, his ass dead, you miss him he can't miss you too
Heard that bitch, she died in traffic
Started flippin' like gymnastics
Aha, ha, ha, ha
Started flippin' like gymnastics
Aha, ha, ha, ha
That bitch got hit by a whip
Aha, ha, ha, ha
Damn
Fuck these niggas, gang
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