Pick Up The Phone ft. $adboy tl Lyrics

Oh shit nigga, I just need a blunts, fuck bitches and get out my way, you know me

Pick up the phone, I've been tryin' and tryin' to call you a ho, but you know I'm in my zone

Smokin' up to the point where I can't reach the door, and you know you a hoe

And you know you a slut, you knew you could do both, I've been stuck in that mode

I've been switchin' my flows, never switchin' up bros, now I'm sippin' on

Yeah, I'm sippin' on Sprite, chillin' with my hoe

Coke, I just fuck any bitch, but I'm needin' on someone to call on my own

It get hotter sometimes, I thought be careful when I say don't touch the stove

It get hot sometimes, so I'm recommendin' that you stay off the road

And I know it get guwpo, and I know I get money, I want me some more

Always I'm in the studio, always I'm in the booth, never ready to go

When I see all my opps, I just pull up with a Glock 10 and a J.I. Joke

Deadly issues around, something I hope I can tolerate anymore

And there's always somebody, she don't know that she adding up counts to her body

She wants all of my money, she says she want be rich, but can't stop up to Roddy

Never forget my roots, second the king in the family, and I scored off with her mother

She says she don't like me anyways, take her sister, then she ride like a carnival carti

What are the odds, one of your friends can become a hater

What are the odds, that bitch can't pop a one on my Raiders

She said that I'm certified with a 4 plus 4, cause I'm a fuckin' hater

Rock paper scissors, you know that I'ma always choose on paper

Pick up the phone, I've been tryin' and tryin' to call you a hoe

You know I'm in my zone, smokin' weed til' the morning, I can't reach the door

And you know you a hoe, and you know how much love you know you couldn't blow

I've been stuck in that mode, I've been switchin' my flows, never switch on the roof

Now I'm sippin' on, yeah I'm sippin' on Sprite till I'm out on the coke

I just fuck any bitch, but I'm meeting on someone to call on my own

It get hot sometimes, I thought we could do it, let's say don't touch the stove

It get hot sometimes, so I'm recommending that you stay off the road

Back in the studio, I'm spittin' my rhymes, I'm spittin' my fire like I'm writin' a book

Pick up the phone, you answer my calls, yeah you answer my texts and I buy a book

You better be careful, you better be careful, these niggas, are snakes, these niggas are liars

This game of life, it look like a race, you better go run and get to the line

Sadboy and slobby, we back in the heat,

I grab on the mic and I flow on the beat

You better be humble, boy, grab on the seat

Me and my niggas, we came from the streets, (That's cap)

Run on the track, I run real fast,

Standing on business

I was selling weed at kids in school,

You get caught, you look like a fool

I'm runnin' the race, you play with me nigga get hit in the face, okay

We gettin' money from Monday to Sunday, got all the M's in the case

Runnin' through drugs, I just ain't gon' move, my nigga, I feel like I'm space

I've been rappin' for so many years, but now it's a piece of cake

(Soosaa)

Pick up the phone, I've been tryin', I'm tryin' to call you, oh-oh

You know I'm in my zone, smokin' meth to the world, I can't reach the door

And you know you a hoe, and you know you a slut, you know you can't do both

I've been stuck in that mode, I've been switchin' my flows, never switchin' my bro

Now I'm sippin' on coke, yeah, I'm sippin' on Sprite, killin' my own coke

I just fuck any bitch, but I'm leavin' on someone to call on my own

It get hot sometimes, I thought we kiddin' when they say don't touch the stove

It get hot sometimes, so I'm recommendin' that you stay off the road