Pick Up Da Phone - Remix (Demo) lyrics

by

Ken Carson


[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern]
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that sh*t up)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Yeah we goin', yeah we goin' (uh, uh)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)

[Verse 1: Ken Car$on]
Pick up that sh*t (huh?), and she gon' suck on my tip (b*tch)
I need some more tissue I gotta flush these lil' n*ggas 'cause these n*ggas sh*t (ew)
This choppa gonna hold a n*gga down (hold a f*ck n*gga)
I gonna come shoot him with this .150 round (oh my f*cking god)
Choppa gonna kill him in silence it ain't make no sound
The opps know I'm on they f*ckin' ass
The opps know I'm on they f*ckin' ass
The opps know I'm on they f*ckin' ass
The opps know I'm on they f*ckin' ass
There go Ken on that sh*t, Jourdan gave him that sh*t, now he goin' red on this sh*t
I passed Jourdan thе blunt, he been rolled up on that sh*t
n*ggas steady hatin' but I'm gеttin' paper (yeah)
She gonna ride me like a rollercoaster, then later on I say I hate her

[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern & TG]
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that sh*t up)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Yeah we goin', yeah we goin' (uh, uh)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh, woah)
[Verse 2: TG]
Pick up the phone (huh?), I got Designer from head to my toe (slatt)
We went up jackin' the neighborhood bones (yeah)
Count up guap, big cash rubberbands (rubberbands)
Choppa, it got kick, make him do the running man (doo-doo gra)
Pull up, skrr (skrr)
Run from the rocks, I made it work
Look at the cops in the back doin' percs
f*ckin' that b*tch from the back everyday
I make the pain then I get you the waste (b*tch)
I go 200, then I go to the bank (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Trenchin', huh, okay, okay (skrr, skrr)
You got green and I got gold all on my chains (yeah, yeah)
Speakin' independent all these VV's spell my name (uh)
Double cup, that sh*t always in my brain

[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern & TG]
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up, hoe)
Pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that sh*t up)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh, slatt)
Yeah we goin', yeah we goin' (uh, uh, b*tch)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh, yeah)
[Verse 3: Jourdan Brothern]
Yeah, his money green, my money blue
His money old, my money new
These n*ggas said I won't get anywhere, but these b*tches on my tool
All my hunnids f*ckin' blue, b*tch ass n*gga who is you?
I told that b*tch to pick up the phone, guess I don't need no more lube
His nose was runny, she on my di*k and she bounce like a bunny, bounce like a bunny
b*tch ass n*gga making jokes and he think he funny, think he funny
My diamonds shinin' bright, make it look like it's sunny, look like it's sunny
Yeah, I own all you n*ggas y'all my f*ckin' sonny's, f*ckin' sonny's
Yeah, she callin' me daddy, yeah, I'm somebody father, oh my god
All this drip up on me and it look like water, uh, oh my god
Almost every single day I can still go f*ck up on ya thot
These b*tch ass n*ggas on the gram and they hate a lot

[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern & Lil Uzi Vert]
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that sh*t up)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Yeah we goin', yeah we goin' (uh, uh, Lil Uzi)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh, Woah)

[Verse 4: Lil Uzi Vert]
Feelin' like Trippie, yeah I'm seein' red (what?, Yeah!)
Like BIA I got a whole lotta money
n*ggas makin' jokes, there ain't sh*t funny
We wipin' on his nose, that sh*t was runny
Okay I admit it, you was right I was wrong
Cheatin' on 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 seven b*tches, now there's 8 in a thong...
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