Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pick Up, artist - Chris Travis. Album song The Ruined, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: RBC, Water Boyz
Song language: English
Pick Up |
| I came through and I killed it these niggas didn’t know |
| You need to learn from your bitches to hit up my show |
| Early morning, I’m chiefing and 'bout to pass out |
| Getting texts from some people I don’t care about |
| Making changes I’m clearing up from my last route |
| Looking at me she tell me she 'bout to crash out |
| Hold up, die down |
| Hold up, stop playing |
| I know my limits, you know |
| I know I’m different, you know |
| Pick up the phone and I go somewhere that you wouldn’t know |
| Leave me alone you see me I’m in my zone |
| And I don’t mean to sound cliché, baby lets go and roam |
| Put it together, know I do it better this my weather |
| Know this I’m 'bout my cheddar no time for niggas to catch up |
| Pistol up by my side, no reason for me to let up |
| Really gon' have it hard thinking I’m easy to setup |
| I stuff woods and deuces to all my soldiers |
| We gon' get hotter in weather, the world colder |
| I 'bout my city, just hoping they see me over |
| I’m pushing down on these horses that’s in my motor |
| I kept it smoking forever I keep it going |
| These niggas talking they notice I’m off that old shit |
| They notice I’m off that old shit |
| Lil' bitch I keep it going |
| Fuck the talk, fuck the talk, look at yall |
| On the road, blowing grands at the mall |
| Get her right, grip her tight yeah she right |
| Yeah she might fuck you over any night |
| Never needed nobody but ya’ll can fall through |
| We can argue and shit, bitch I’ma call you |
| Pick up, you’re telling me, «this rough» |
| Big puffs, adrenaline gets stuck |
| Big bucks, I’m tryna' get big bucks |
| You try your luck and try to get tough |
| We get em' up its nothing you amateurs |
| Come through she tripping and handle her |
| Fuck the talk, fuck the talk, look at yall |
| On the road, blowing grands at the mall |
| Get her right, grip her tight yeah she right |
| Yeah she might fuck you over any night |
| My soul shining I glisten up as the night sing |
| She her blinding, she open up as in my queen |
| It’s crunch time fuck it all the time, ay |
| You fuck boys need an empire |
| Grape vine through the grape vine |
| Heard that go to date if you take mines |
| That’s a message I’m clearing out through the bass line |
| You niggas you better wait bruh |