DrewFrmDaStreets - Pick ‘Em Up

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(hey) (hey) (yeah) (yeah) (yeah) (west v) (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I been Tryna’ pick up the pieces, i need some motivation I got snaked out, set up, tricked off my whole operation Fuck the feds, fuck hpd, ain’t no cooperation Saw that bitch for who she was, i cut her off, she started hatin’ Let’s start there bitch do your homework, it hit different Let you paint me as a villain, got my paperwork, you listed right there plainly as a victim Bitch you trippin’, now you’re dead to me Can’t go back, lovers or friends two things we’ll never be I can’t forget half the shit you did, or what you said to me Steady tryna’ get me locked up knowing i got felonies This shit ain’t no game, bitch i go to jail it ain’t no bailing me I might be tired, won’t buy that nightmare you tried selling me This shit ain’t sweet, no happy endings, only horrors If you wanna’ make a come up bitch, go get it off the corner I stand on business when it come down to my principles or morals Got some shooters, got some snorters At the north pole filling orders Call me santa clause, this food ain’t for no reindeer, this for santa’s dogs This ain't no fetty or no h, bitch this an analogue Been spanking shit, you hear that belt crack thats my battle call I’m on your ass, all gas no brakes like i’m on adderall (bop bop, bop, bop) (like i’m on adderal) (i’m on your ass, all gas, no brakes, like i’m on adderal) Bitch i just passed 30 I ain’t fell off yet, got a ring around your neck, need to go take a bath, you dirty I heard you wash up in the sink, girl i know that pussy stink, i think i might just call you birdie We got ice like a rink, you gon’ miss it if you blink, boy i get a bag gone in a hurry So cold, i spit snow flurries, i got faith, ain’t never worried Fall off i bounce right back Catch a case, go take a nap Write a statement that’ll get you clapped Bro fucked his bitch, then dude got slapped Snitch call you a rat, that’s crazy Need to get you a job you lazy Gotta take care your mom and babies I smack hoes, i don’t hit ladies I love my brothers, ain’t got no opps Can’t tell me shit, ain’t got no pops Can’t take no break, this shit don’t stop Can’t steal my shine, can’t take my spot I blocked the bitch on instagram, she blowing up my snapchat This bitch so fuckin’ crazy dawg, she texting me on cashapp These bitches bogus, don’t show no hoe where you trap at You ain’t even gotta piss her off, boy she a rat rat You keep it real whole time, low key you getting laughed at She gone play it cool and slice your tires on the last lap Fuck it where my mask at? Bro got the bottle, pass that Ii told you that the check was in the air, dawg you can cash that Bitch (west v)
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