Famous Dex Feat. A$AP Rocky – Pick It Up Lyrics

Ayo big bro you f**kin’ with that?
Ok cool
That’s my f**kin brother right there ya dig

(Verse 1: Famous Dex)
Pick it up pick it up pick it up, groove
Baby girl watch how you move
I got them vets on my shoes
I pop a pill then I lose it, wait
Speed it up
Look at the diamonds they eat it up
Grab me two b*tches, I beat it up
They thinking they wife, I deleted them
Aah wait Dexter
Pints in call up Rocky
My brother pull like a socket
Geekin this dope
Yeah I got em
Open the safe you can’t lock it
Sippin that wok yeah I go to the top
Bust on yo b*tch like a Glock
She like to suck on my clock
I get the money don’t stop

Word around word around word around town
I heard this boy was a clown
Swim in yo b*tch once I drown
Call up my plug for the pounds
Odd Future yeah that’s right on my clothes
Bad b*tch yeah I watch her do coke
Broke as hell I used to sleep on the floor
I never do it no more
Tellin you broke it’s no joke
I used to kick in that dope
Now i’m selling out these shows
??? on my wrist fendi right on my clothes
Hold up lil mama you tweakin’
Bad b*tch Puerto Rican
Get her off molly she geekin’
Call up ??? we free for the weekend Dexter
You know I’m saying
Like no no no we can only chill for the weekend
Then you gotta go

(Verse 2: A$AP Rocky)
Hold a V-lone
Colour orange mango label roll the reef on
In my old school Mercedes
Smoke OG grown
When I’m Californicatin’
I got 3 phones
Business,conversations and relations
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a minute, wait a tick
Checkin’ my wrist
Nothing looks fake on my wrist
4 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 b*tch!)
Ha ,funny and sh*t
Fit for the tab
Suck on her tits
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it, up
Just in the track and I beat it up
Acne my jacket from Sweden
My chick don’t exactly know English
They ’bout that action no beefin’
I might as well go back to vegan
My sh*t might go platinum first week
Play that sh*t back and repeat it (Uhh)

Word around, word of mouth, word around town
You the one doing all the murder round town
Pulling up, burn ’em, need a shooter down town
Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
I’m f**king your b*tch and I’m up in your fridge
I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
So how in the f**k can they f**k with the kid?

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