osamason – pick up lyrics
[chorus: osamason]
new g200 (skrrr), go+got brand new money (bee, bee, bee, bee)
balenciagas got muddy
ba+bands just dropped, lo+lovely
i know foreign b+tch wan’ f+ck me
i know fan hoes wan’ hug me
ion’ know why they still judge me
for the failures calling me ugly
i still got love for my brudda
ion’ know if my slime trust me, but i’ll still slide for my blood, uh
i’m still+i’m still pourin’ up mud, yuh
doub+double cup leaked, sh+t f+cked
messed my mind up off them drugs
now all i think is the wrong stuff
this hoe a bone picker
i+i can’t leave home with her
slatt, come on, pick up, i’m tryna make sure you good
[post+chorus: osamason]
i drop off packs in the hood
i make sure everything good
two+hundred flood(?), i make sure everything flood(?)
[verse: ohsxnta]
i make sure everything flood(?)
i’m on ’em percs, can’t pick up
my twin on oxycodone, got ashes all in my lungs
if you want smoke, then push up
pu+putting in that work, no push+up
i+i’m sipping on drank for my hiccups
n+gga, put your hands up, it’s a stick up (huh)
wanna run up? try yo’ luck (yuh)
ion’ want no percs’, i’m stuck (yuh)
n+gga, stop that sh+t (go), you suck (huh)
n+gga, stop that sh+t (go), you bluff (huh)
n+gga, stop that sh+t, i’m in that five star whip, they be like “what is this?”
this a bentley, b+tch, n+gga, my partner died, i ain’t friendly, b+tch (yu+yuh, yuh)
n+gga, i’m by myself, i can’t trust no b+tch (yu+yuh, yuh)
flexing that lil’ ass hoe, but i f+cked that b+tch
suicide doors up on the whip, i’ll get you gone real quick
n+gga said that that’s his b+tch, but she just sucked my d+ck
[chorus: osamason]
new g200 (skrrr), go+got brand new money (bee, bee, bee, bee)
balenciagas got muddy
ba+bands just dropped, lo+lovely
i know foreign b+tch wan’ f+ck me
i know fan hoes wan’ hug me
ion’ know why they still judge me
for the failures calling me ugly (yuh)
i still got love for my brudda
ion’ know if my slime trust me, but i’ll still slide for my blood, uh
i’m still+i’m still pourin’ up mud, yuh
doub+double cup leaked, sh+t f+cked
messed my mind up off them drugs
now all i think is the wrong stuff
this hoe a bone picker
i+i can’t leave home with her
slatt, come on, pick up, i’m tryna make sure you good
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