PICK IT UP (feat. A$AP Rocky)

歌詞

Hey yo, big bro, you fucking with that? Ha, okay cool That's my fucking brother right there, ya dig? Dexter, ooh, huh (yeah, a-what) Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove Baby girl watch how you move (what) I got them Vans on my shoes, ooh (I do) I pop a pill and I lose, wait Speed it up (speed) Look at them diamonds, they eat it up (Eat) Got me two bitches, I eat it up (You what?) They thinkin' of wifing, deleting them (yeah) A-wait, ooh (Dexter) pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (a-what) My brother plug like a socket, ooh Kick in this door, yeah I got it (yeah) Open the safe, you can't lock it, ooh (a-what) Sipping that Wok, yeah I go to the top Buss on yo bitch like a Glock, ooh She like to suck on my clock, ooh (yeah) I get the money, don't stop Dexter! Hah, ya know what I'm saying? Like I, I, I know you like this beat too But you a fucking goofy though (fucking lame ass nigga) A-wait, ooh Word around, word around, word around town (bitch) I heard this boy was a clown, ooh (was a clown) Swim in yo bitch once I drown, ooh (I do) Calling my plug for the pound, wait Odd Future, yeah it's right on my clothes Bad bitch, yeah I watch her do coke (what) Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor I never do it no more, ooh (a-what) Tellin' you broke it's no joke, ooh I used to kick in that door (kick in that door) Wait, now I'm selling out them shows One on my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh (what) Hold on lil' mama you tweakin' (baby you tweakin') A bad bitch, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican, what) I get her off molly, she geeking Call up your friends, we'll be set for the weekend Dexter! Ya know what I'm sayin? Like, no no no We can only chill for a weekend then you gotta go Tell your friend too I'm one of the prettiest motherfuckers you’ve ever seen A-Dexter Order VLONE, color orange mango label Rotary phone (whoo) in my old school Mercedes Smoke OG Grown (whoo) when I'm Californicating I got three phones, business, conversation, and relation Hol' up, wait a sec', wait a min', wait a tic Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist Four finger ring on my hand Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand Don't wanna resort to the hands What the face say to the fist? (I'm Rick James, bitch!) Hah, funny as shit, a fifth of the tab Suck on her tits, go back to the pad Watched "Dexter's Lab" on the 'Flix Uhh, speed it up, speed it up, speed it up Just did this track then I beat it up Acne, my jacket from Sweden (huh) My chicks don't exactly know English (what) They ain't about that action of no beefing, ahh I might as well go back to vegan (um) My shit might go platinum first week (uh) Play this shit back and repeat it (uh) Word around, word of mouth, word around town You the one doin' all the murder 'round town Pullin' up, shootin', leave the burner downtown Shoot it like the birdy 'cause they all fly south Whippin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin' the wrists I'm fucking your bitch and I'm up in your fridge I only tell stories of tuckin' in kids So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid? Hah, funny as shit, I was missing a bit I'm back in my bag, back to the pad Watched "Dexter's Lab" on the 'Flix