Pickup by 40xCAL Lyrics

Yeah
Woah Woah
Yeah
Woah

Everytime you call baby I don't even pickup
Ballin like I'm in the league he ballin like he playing pickup
Take a trip out to her room
I take a trip out to Jamaica
You've been trying so hard to be like me
First go get your cake up
[?] and I can't lie
I'ma put him in the sky with this little nine
She said Dont stop, keep going
I just put a little beam on my Glock and now its glowing

[?] baby
I'm just tryna blow up
Get a bag off of this music baby
Put you in a new Mercedes
Gucci socks they cost 180
[?] crazy
[?] but she hate me
And she dont know how I get this bag
Coming home lay my pockets full [?]
Hate that I come home late geeked off my ass
Got my 40 on me if he acting weird he gon get blast
I'm coming in first not last
I'm smoking top shelf he smoke grass
This is [?] this isn't [?]
Take his bitch and break her backbone then take her back home
He says he got straps but they at home
50 holes to his dome
I never wrote shit this is all off the dome
Everytime you call baby I don't even pickup
Ballin like I'm in the league he ballin like he playing pickup
Take a trip out to her room
I take a trip out to Jamaica
You've been trying so hard to be like me
First go get your cake up
[?] and I can't lie
I'ma put him in the sky with this little nine
She said Dont stop, keep going
I just put a little beam on my Glock and now its glowing

[?] and I can't lie
I'ma put him in the sky with this little nine
She said Dont stop, keep going
I just put a little beam on my Glock and now its glowing