Lyrics:
Pick up the phone when I'm calling
Pick up the phone don't ignore me
You not by my side I feel lonely
You know you're my one and only
Pick up
your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,
hope you pick up your phone
But when I call I hope you pick up your phone
When I call
Someone tell me how do lovers turn to strangers
I know I said that
I'll be right by your side tonight
If you wearing panties taking 'em of, yeah
Imma do you wrong in the right way
Now, Imma do you wrong in the right
right now, right here
I might pick you up, I might pin you down by your hair
When you ring me up, I might pick it up like ah yeah
Girl I'm trying to fuck
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
on my team, cause she like the way I throw it up
Throw it up, blah on the track bitch I do this
Why you telling me this shit when I already knew this
Got
and where you rest
I'll make a mess
The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood 'til EMS
Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get
good at e'ry gas station, pull on up
Give me a half a ounce of that shit, fill it up
We got straws for the bottles, outlawed the cups
And we gon' make
But somebody new isn't you
And that is just something that I
Cannot bring myself to do
I know I messed it up by being myself again
But this ain't how
One (bring your boy a bottle of wine)
Two (don't forget the papers this time)
Three (go to Joe's and pick up a dime)
And fuck the baddest hoes
your brain
You can pick which ones that you wanna say
I see some now but I'ma leave them there
Them words are not for me so they get aired
See
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
(I built this shit, me! Brick by brick
And I'll be damned if I let you tear it down
Just 'cause you don't like the way another
askin' me
Hit skins, causin' catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my family
Sip gin, fulfillin' your fantasies
In your condition I'm wishin' you'll take
much shit up in me to waste (To waste, to waste)
So if you riding with me then pick up the paste (The paste, the paste)
My vision hella clear and it’s
The way that you turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was over
You can just close the chapter
And go about
The way that you turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was over
You can just close the chapter
And go about
real when they played it
I let lyrics do the talk, ‘cuz I can't see when I'm faded
N***** be acting so jaded, we comin' up and they hate it
Product of my
Now do the damn thang and make them hips swing
Oh shit, shake that ass ma, move it like a gypsy
Stop, woah, back it up, now let me see your hips
What? What’d I do? What’d I do?
[F:] You pick it up from the neck! This is not the way you pick up a guitar!
[K:] I just picked it up, I just-
[F:]
nigga fuckin' garbage
Niggas know that I'm the hardest
I swear I'm the hardest that ever recorded
See me I do my thang, I'm in my own lane
If your money
with your misses (your misses)
Fuck with me, end up missing (woo), murder rate goin' up
A hundred K goin' up, five hundred K goin' up
Fuck with me
of a cheap thrill just a little bit?
Do you ever get tired of curing your ills?
Down by the clothesline picking up sheets
Down by the hoe line picking up
someone, yeah, I just gotta get my bands up
He got a Phantom but he don't know I got the Benz truck
Your ho so random, she only talk to me on camera
Too rich
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