No hiccup
Got Pickup
Got fed up
Bitter, they all bitter
When the engine starts to rev up
Got Pickup
Keep clear of the exit
We going above
She got gems on the necklace
Cartier stuff
Conversate like Manson
We chopping it up
Eat it up like breakfast
She calling it love
Start a wave on land
And keep running it up
Bottle down
I'm on that level
Pickup on the pen
As a motha-f*cka backpedal
Top shelf
Tree up on that level
Get it while it's good
I ain't smoking last November
Told lil shawty get the mindset straight
I'm determined
I had to triple charge those rates
While I'm learning
40 ounce drowning out drown out the taste buds
Calm as a motha-f*cka
Get another paystub
Gone as a motha-f*cka
Stepping in the place son
Gassing on the pedal like a motha f*cking racer
Lace-up
This ain't your game
I erase him
Never could stop soon as I got a taste of
No hiccup
Got Pickup
Got fed up
Bitter they all bitter
When the engine start to rev up
Got Pickup
Keep clear of the exit
We going above
She got gems on the necklace
Cartier stuff
Conversate like Manson
We chopping it up
Eat it up like breakfast
She calling it love
Start a wave on land
And keep running it up
I'm chasing after shit that I can barely imagine
How you sayin' that you want it but you lacking the passion
I get the job done, she count on me to make it happen
I took her to the room and broke it down just like a fraction
Dancing on the dick, what you call that Michael Jackson?
Riding on my wave, you might as well call me the captain
My brother taxing, all depending on who askin'
New fit, oh shit I'm flyer than Alladin
I ain't tryna pick up the phone
I see you playing catch up and your pace to slow
Sweep the competition like it's money on the floor
I'm only 18 getting racks for a show
No hiccup
Got Pickup
Got fed up
Bitter they all bitter
When the engine start to rev up
Got Pickup
Keep clear of the exit
We going above
She got gems on the necklace
Cartier stuff
Conversate like Manson
We chopping it up
Eat it up like breakfast
She calling it love
Start a wave on land
And keep running it up
Nick Coleman - Pickup (feat. Yasin) Lyrics
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No hiccup
Got Pickup
Got fed up
Bitter, they all bitter
When the engine starts to rev up
Got Pickup
Keep clear of the exit
We going above
She got gems on the necklace
Cartier stuff
Conversate like Manson
We chopping it up
Eat it up like breakfast
She calling it love
Start a wave on land
And keep running it up
Bottle down
I'm on that level
Pickup on the pen
As a motha-f*cka backpedal
Top shelf
Tree up on that level
Get it while it's good
I ain't smoking last November
Told lil shawty get the mindset straight
I'm determined
I had to triple charge those rates
While I'm learning
40 ounce drowning out drown out the taste buds
Calm as a motha-f*cka
Get another paystub
Gone as a motha-f*cka
Stepping in the place son
Gassing on the pedal like a motha f*cking racer
Lace-up
This ain't your game
I erase him
Never could stop soon as I got a taste of
No hiccup
Got Pickup
Got fed up
Bitter they all bitter
When the engine start to rev up
Got Pickup
Keep clear of the exit
We going above
She got gems on the necklace
Cartier stuff
Conversate like Manson
We chopping it up
Eat it up like breakfast
She calling it love
Start a wave on land
And keep running it up
I'm chasing after shit that I can barely imagine
How you sayin' that you want it but you lacking the passion
I get the job done, she count on me to make it happen
I took her to the room and broke it down just like a fraction
Dancing on the dick, what you call that Michael Jackson?
Riding on my wave, you might as well call me the captain
My brother taxing, all depending on who askin'
New fit, oh shit I'm flyer than Alladin
I ain't tryna pick up the phone
I see you playing catch up and your pace to slow
Sweep the competition like it's money on the floor
I'm only 18 getting racks for a show
No hiccup
Got Pickup
Got fed up
Bitter they all bitter
When the engine start to rev up
Got Pickup
Keep clear of the exit
We going above
She got gems on the necklace
Cartier stuff
Conversate like Manson
We chopping it up
Eat it up like breakfast
She calling it love
Start a wave on land
And keep running it up
Got Pickup
Got fed up
Bitter, they all bitter
When the engine starts to rev up
Got Pickup
Keep clear of the exit
We going above
She got gems on the necklace
Cartier stuff
Conversate like Manson
We chopping it up
Eat it up like breakfast
She calling it love
Start a wave on land
And keep running it up
Bottle down
I'm on that level
Pickup on the pen
As a motha-f*cka backpedal
Top shelf
Tree up on that level
Get it while it's good
I ain't smoking last November
Told lil shawty get the mindset straight
I'm determined
I had to triple charge those rates
While I'm learning
40 ounce drowning out drown out the taste buds
Calm as a motha-f*cka
Get another paystub
Gone as a motha-f*cka
Stepping in the place son
Gassing on the pedal like a motha f*cking racer
Lace-up
This ain't your game
I erase him
Never could stop soon as I got a taste of
No hiccup
Got Pickup
Got fed up
Bitter they all bitter
When the engine start to rev up
Got Pickup
Keep clear of the exit
We going above
She got gems on the necklace
Cartier stuff
Conversate like Manson
We chopping it up
Eat it up like breakfast
She calling it love
Start a wave on land
And keep running it up
I'm chasing after shit that I can barely imagine
How you sayin' that you want it but you lacking the passion
I get the job done, she count on me to make it happen
I took her to the room and broke it down just like a fraction
Dancing on the dick, what you call that Michael Jackson?
Riding on my wave, you might as well call me the captain
My brother taxing, all depending on who askin'
New fit, oh shit I'm flyer than Alladin
I ain't tryna pick up the phone
I see you playing catch up and your pace to slow
Sweep the competition like it's money on the floor
I'm only 18 getting racks for a show
No hiccup
Got Pickup
Got fed up
Bitter they all bitter
When the engine start to rev up
Got Pickup
Keep clear of the exit
We going above
She got gems on the necklace
Cartier stuff
Conversate like Manson
We chopping it up
Eat it up like breakfast
She calling it love
Start a wave on land
And keep running it up
Writer: Nick Coleman, Nicholas Coleman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Nick Coleman
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Nick Coleman, Nicholas Coleman