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somekidpunk - pickup lyrics

[intro: chris canon]
pickup
pickup, pickup, pickup
oh i need you to pickup for me
c’mon n+gga pick up
where you at right now…

[chorus: circa]
and i was
ridin downtown in a pickup
go and get my homeboy pickup
then i hit the weed man, pickup
blowin up his phone he dont pickup
lookin for a shorty i could pickup
got the ass where the jeans dont zip up
and you know i got the whole block lit up
put ya hands up baby its a stick up (stick up)

ridin downtown in a pickup
go and get my homeboy pickup
then i hit the weed man, pickup
blowin up his phone he dont pickup
lookin for a shorty i could pickup
got the ass where the jeans dont zip up
and you know i got the whole block lit up
put ya hands up baby its a stick up (stick up)
[verse 1: circa]
i was on the project stoop
you was eight ball crippin
had a blunt rolled up when the squally pulled up, yuh
and you know they trippin
so i dip out the back and started my engine
pardon my entrance
shoes all custom, thirty five inches
and the stilts make the dunk go sideways
certified pimp sh+t
turned left by the po+po
with the pack sealed flat just the way i rocked it
and i crept in the low+low
with the unlit blunt in my left front pocket, yeah
soon as i see no cops in here
i’ma pour lean, no rockin chair
turn up the dozier/holland
thats when i pull out the doja and spark it

[chorus: circa]
ridin downtown in a pickup
go and get my homeboy pickup
then i hit the weed man, pickup
blowin up his phone he dont pickup
lookin for a shorty i could pickup
got the ass where the jeans dont zip up
and you know i got the whole block lit up
put ya hands up baby its a stick up (stick up)
ridin downtown in a pickup
go and get my homeboy pickup
then i hit the weed man, pickup
blowin up his phone he dont pickup
lookin for a shorty i could pickup
got the ass where the jeans dont zip up
and you know i got the whole block lit up
put ya hands up baby its a stick up (stick up)

[verse 2: chris canon]
slidin in the back of the pickup
take it easy on the speed bumps
you know we smoke it down to the tree trunks
you know we go back like free lunch
if you shootin the breeze, load the clip up
throw a couple snaps on the liquor
we run through a sack like a nickelback hit stick
keep comin back like a hiccup
things still the same over here, over here, over here, over here
me and the bros gettin litty
we used to roll through the city
we made our own lil committee
we only vote if its fifty (fifty)
but the polls is for fishin
phone on twenty
leave me alone i’m busy
got the homies in the f150 like…
[sample]
let me hear you say it

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