(Coming out the cut with my chopstick on me, you know I'ma blow)
(I'm coming out the cut with my chopstick on me, you know I'ma blow)
Why these ratchet hoes keep tryna' take my kids from me?
Nigga trappin' out the bowl, this that real money
I can show you how to get this shit for sale
I told lil' shawty bag it tight, take away the smell
I know you see me with these bands in my hands, Plus I'm thuggin'
I heard he left that boy laying where he standing, it ain't nothing
While I got this drank sittin' in my cup, it make me f*ck my whole speech up
Ain't no runnin' from this rifle, but if you do, least' pick yo' feet up
I'm out here thuggin' hard, they better go get the National Guard
He drivin' coast to coast, with drugs all in that car
I told lil' shawty "slow yo' roll," but she "uh uh boy"
Got residue all on my clothes, they tryna' search ya' boy
He prolly' pop out with them thangs, don't you be on the scene
I might just make it rain, if you tell me what that mean
Stuff these drugs all in my vein, hoping that I OD
Like, slang that stick across your way, til he get what he need
I'm feelin' lonely as a bitch, Tanika won't even come talk to me
This be the lowest that I get, I might as well just move south with it
Tell that hoe, she can't be my bitch if she can't watch her mouth
I told my bro, I just hit and lick, took the moon up out the sky from em'
The police aimin' down, I ain't finna' throw my hands up
Tryna run away with my kids, that'll make me put these bands up
I'm out here throwin' gang signs, can tell they don't understand us
Straight headshots with this 40 round, I bet I f*ckin' land one
I know you see me with these bands in my hands, Plus I'm thuggin'
I heard he left that boy laying where he standing, it ain't nothing
While I got this drank sittin in my cup, it make me f*ck my whole speech up
Ain't no runnin' from this rifle, but if you do, least' pick yo' feet up
They read them fingerprints sittin' on the Glock 9
Finally got that bitch up out of the way, I say it's bout' time
I put this fye' up to the dope, it got me hoppin' out the window
I hear they distributin' pills around the corner, I need ten of those
They tryna flex on me, these checks on me, he might just be a bad man
Like bae, come sex on me, say she scared of me, I'm out the window like the Taliban
Fee-fi-fo, how I'm steppin' on the yard with it
I'm getting tired of the hoe, make her find a new broad for me
She low-key be the devil, turn it into somethin' special
I got the speakers blastin' loud as f*ck, I might just turn to heavy metal
Them crackas catchin' up, I hit the gas and broke the Chevy pedal
Why these ratchet hoes keep tryna' take my kids from me
Nigga trappin' out the bowl, this that real money
I can show you how to get this shit for sale
I told lil' shawty bag it tight, take away the smell
I know you see me with these bands in my hands, Plus I'm thuggin'
I heard he left that boy laying where he standing, it ain't nothing
While I got this drank sittin' in my cup, it make me f*ck my whole speech up
Ain't no runnin' from this rifle, but if you do, least' pick yo' feet up
Mi.Yayø - PICK YOUR FEET UP Lyrics
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(Coming out the cut with my chopstick on me, you know I'ma blow)
(I'm coming out the cut with my chopstick on me, you know I'ma blow)
Why these ratchet hoes keep tryna' take my kids from me?
Nigga trappin' out the bowl, this that real money
I can show you how to get this shit for sale
I told lil' shawty bag it tight, take away the smell
I know you see me with these bands in my hands, Plus I'm thuggin'
I heard he left that boy laying where he standing, it ain't nothing
While I got this drank sittin' in my cup, it make me f*ck my whole speech up
Ain't no runnin' from this rifle, but if you do, least' pick yo' feet up
I'm out here thuggin' hard, they better go get the National Guard
He drivin' coast to coast, with drugs all in that car
I told lil' shawty "slow yo' roll," but she "uh uh boy"
Got residue all on my clothes, they tryna' search ya' boy
He prolly' pop out with them thangs, don't you be on the scene
I might just make it rain, if you tell me what that mean
Stuff these drugs all in my vein, hoping that I OD
Like, slang that stick across your way, til he get what he need
I'm feelin' lonely as a bitch, Tanika won't even come talk to me
This be the lowest that I get, I might as well just move south with it
Tell that hoe, she can't be my bitch if she can't watch her mouth
I told my bro, I just hit and lick, took the moon up out the sky from em'
The police aimin' down, I ain't finna' throw my hands up
Tryna run away with my kids, that'll make me put these bands up
I'm out here throwin' gang signs, can tell they don't understand us
Straight headshots with this 40 round, I bet I f*ckin' land one
I know you see me with these bands in my hands, Plus I'm thuggin'
I heard he left that boy laying where he standing, it ain't nothing
While I got this drank sittin in my cup, it make me f*ck my whole speech up
Ain't no runnin' from this rifle, but if you do, least' pick yo' feet up
They read them fingerprints sittin' on the Glock 9
Finally got that bitch up out of the way, I say it's bout' time
I put this fye' up to the dope, it got me hoppin' out the window
I hear they distributin' pills around the corner, I need ten of those
They tryna flex on me, these checks on me, he might just be a bad man
Like bae, come sex on me, say she scared of me, I'm out the window like the Taliban
Fee-fi-fo, how I'm steppin' on the yard with it
I'm getting tired of the hoe, make her find a new broad for me
She low-key be the devil, turn it into somethin' special
I got the speakers blastin' loud as f*ck, I might just turn to heavy metal
Them crackas catchin' up, I hit the gas and broke the Chevy pedal
Why these ratchet hoes keep tryna' take my kids from me
Nigga trappin' out the bowl, this that real money
I can show you how to get this shit for sale
I told lil' shawty bag it tight, take away the smell
I know you see me with these bands in my hands, Plus I'm thuggin'
I heard he left that boy laying where he standing, it ain't nothing
While I got this drank sittin' in my cup, it make me f*ck my whole speech up
Ain't no runnin' from this rifle, but if you do, least' pick yo' feet up
(I'm coming out the cut with my chopstick on me, you know I'ma blow)
Why these ratchet hoes keep tryna' take my kids from me?
Nigga trappin' out the bowl, this that real money
I can show you how to get this shit for sale
I told lil' shawty bag it tight, take away the smell
I know you see me with these bands in my hands, Plus I'm thuggin'
I heard he left that boy laying where he standing, it ain't nothing
While I got this drank sittin' in my cup, it make me f*ck my whole speech up
Ain't no runnin' from this rifle, but if you do, least' pick yo' feet up
I'm out here thuggin' hard, they better go get the National Guard
He drivin' coast to coast, with drugs all in that car
I told lil' shawty "slow yo' roll," but she "uh uh boy"
Got residue all on my clothes, they tryna' search ya' boy
He prolly' pop out with them thangs, don't you be on the scene
I might just make it rain, if you tell me what that mean
Stuff these drugs all in my vein, hoping that I OD
Like, slang that stick across your way, til he get what he need
I'm feelin' lonely as a bitch, Tanika won't even come talk to me
This be the lowest that I get, I might as well just move south with it
Tell that hoe, she can't be my bitch if she can't watch her mouth
I told my bro, I just hit and lick, took the moon up out the sky from em'
The police aimin' down, I ain't finna' throw my hands up
Tryna run away with my kids, that'll make me put these bands up
I'm out here throwin' gang signs, can tell they don't understand us
Straight headshots with this 40 round, I bet I f*ckin' land one
I know you see me with these bands in my hands, Plus I'm thuggin'
I heard he left that boy laying where he standing, it ain't nothing
While I got this drank sittin in my cup, it make me f*ck my whole speech up
Ain't no runnin' from this rifle, but if you do, least' pick yo' feet up
They read them fingerprints sittin' on the Glock 9
Finally got that bitch up out of the way, I say it's bout' time
I put this fye' up to the dope, it got me hoppin' out the window
I hear they distributin' pills around the corner, I need ten of those
They tryna flex on me, these checks on me, he might just be a bad man
Like bae, come sex on me, say she scared of me, I'm out the window like the Taliban
Fee-fi-fo, how I'm steppin' on the yard with it
I'm getting tired of the hoe, make her find a new broad for me
She low-key be the devil, turn it into somethin' special
I got the speakers blastin' loud as f*ck, I might just turn to heavy metal
Them crackas catchin' up, I hit the gas and broke the Chevy pedal
Why these ratchet hoes keep tryna' take my kids from me
Nigga trappin' out the bowl, this that real money
I can show you how to get this shit for sale
I told lil' shawty bag it tight, take away the smell
I know you see me with these bands in my hands, Plus I'm thuggin'
I heard he left that boy laying where he standing, it ain't nothing
While I got this drank sittin' in my cup, it make me f*ck my whole speech up
Ain't no runnin' from this rifle, but if you do, least' pick yo' feet up
Writer: DOMIYA' WRIGHT
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid