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pick - bluetooth (prod. mantra) lyrics

[chorus: pick]
holdup, this that school’s out flow
f-ck the good kids, bring the goons out yo
f-ck the dress code lets get undressed girl
we don’t get arrested, bring the juice presto
we all over 21, hit liquor store
pull up a rock kid and we gettin stoned
litter than a bonfire on the beach
90 degrees no shoes no shirts no sheets

[verse 1: pick]
i’m the lord of the flies, was the fastest kid
when the only fear was who would p-ss us
now we pull all nighters to p-ss on a cl-ss
and i seen ’em all on adderall and xans, throwback
we did hands in the sky, the rap of that sh-t
where’d they all go, hope they hearing this sh-t
kids all around my hood hope they feeling this sh-t
to all the f-ckin’ graduated hope they feeling this sh-t
i’m on top of this sh-t, world in my hands
made a couple k’s, and made out with some fans
run a couple ads but we got a f-ckin’ grant
and we got tnt, finna blow like
and let me talk my sh-t
give my two cents so i can park my whip
i heard they wanna spark but its still not lit
hit the motherf-ckin’ lights finna go ape sh-t woah
when windows down, and the car so fast
lookin’ for the plug, gotta charge their phone
lookin’ for the plug cuz they ran outta gas
i almost died realized i hadn’t lived
this a backseat freestyle, homie no seatbelt
drive grand theft but they got no cheat codes
i’m a g with my g-pen write a gmail
put the g into ap take a gap year
girls wanna run games but i’ll f-ckin lap ya
put me with the stars i’m lightyears away
put me behind my bars i’ll back em every day
we got a bluetooth speaker and a coloring book
no idea how long the coloring took
i saw a picture of buzz, got some bud in a bowl
and a bunch of butane its so out of control!

[chorus: pick]
holdup, this that school’s out flow
f-ck the good kids, bring the goons out yo
f-ck the dress code lets get undressed girl
we don’t get arrested, bring the juice presto
holdup, this that school’s out flow
f-ck the good kids, bring the goons out yo
f-ck the dress code lets get undressed girl
we don’t get arrested, bring the juice presto

[verse 2: pick]
and i’m right back at it, two f’s got ‘matics
you pray a thing jam, leave ya still like static
heard they wanna brake but they don’t want traffic
wanna have fun, but they don’t do magic
420, 24/7
need to be resurrected by 24 reverends
and you never been as high as yo school
but we don’t need drugs and we’re so f-ckin cool
i’m on top of this sh-t, world in my hands
made a couple k’s, and made out with some fans
run a couple ads but we got a f-ckin’ grant
and we got tnt, finna blow like
and let me talk my sh-t
give my two cents so i can park my whip
i heard they wanna spark but its still not lit
hit the motherf-ckin’ lights finna go ape sh-t woah

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