Pick It Up

Aye boo get these motherfuckers and pass that jack

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I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit

Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit

You ain't from my city, you don't know about this

You want that drama, you ain't ready for it bitch!

Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it up!

Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) You ain't ready for it bitch

Throw It up! (Yeah Ho) Throw It up! Throw It up!

You ain't ready for it bitch

I already got, two cars in the yard that don't run

So why would I wanna break shit down for you?

Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that I launch

Here the king of archery come, with a cracker dick

To fuck you in that pussy carpet you munch

If I'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one billionth

Really you kiddin', bitch I'm the prodigal son

And I'm stuntin' like my daddy, d-dr-d-drinkin' like my mama

C-C-country like my uncles, stutterin' like a CD in a donk

Bump, bump, bump, bump

And I'm in a blue Chevy, runnin' over motherfuckers in first

I ain't even shift gears yet, I ain't even here yet, I'm outta this Earth

Right? (Yeah ho!) But I just hit the surface

And I'm 'bout to walk into a bank with a shank and a black can of paint to check the clerk

(Where the keys?) Bitch you better take your purse! I got a brick of herb

And I hit the syrup, and I'm feeling like I might just hit the curb

So get the fuck outta my way buddy you don't wanna walk around the chicken house

With a heart of a puppy dog with Yelawolf and Eminem, shit,

Sufferin' succotash, yeah suck a dick, bitch

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Bitch please you don't wanna step up to this Misses

G-A-N-G-S-T-A will make a nigga hit his knees when

I'm up in the buildin', preach it to my children

I don't be takin' no shit from you haters

You'll make me hurt one of your feelings

(Ha ha ha), Nah nah ni nah nah

Pick your face up off the floor, I got you feelin' sad now

You be on that Hokey Wag, Hokey Wag is bullshit

Run into this Gangsta, have your preacher at pull pit

Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi River

Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga

So so crazy gotta fucked up temper

Bi-pola', not Nicki I'm worser, I'll hurt ya

Ha ha, I got a crazy ass mind game

Ma nigga, I'm a lion, untamed

Hunt ya ass down in my jungle, I do this

I tell them hoes, "You ain't ready for it bitch!"

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I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin'

Me and Yelawolf, tear the roof, off this motherfucker

You ain't got the umph, you're a hoof, to the foot of an elephant

Hello toots, you look so eloquent, that's what I tell a cunt