Pick It Up Lyrics

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up

Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone

Hit my phone, hi

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up

Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone

(Ntshware ka phone, yeah)

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up

Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone

Hit my phone, hi

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up

Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone

(Ntshware ka phone, yeah)

A true conversation with the homie listen

He told me life is a mission you gotta eat bread and go cop you a pot to piss in

I know we homies we politic right on the corner we flirt with danger we kissing

I gotta wake up and get me a bag I make sure that I'm catching a nigga slipping

Armed robbery what I specialize in it be easy as pie gotta open your eye

Byor wena o ntjaka you know when the paper get low get a plan then you gotta go ride

I got a family to feed no accepting defeat get my gun and I pray to the sky

Lil conversation with God before I do my thing and I know you prolly thinking why

When I'm robbing any nigga

I take any car any figure

I pray that they give it up easy dont be Superman and be throwing a fit up

Dont really like pulling the trigger

Even though that shit dont make me shiver

Give up the keys and give up the moneys

I be praying to God dont make me pull the trigger

Dont really like being that nigga

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up

Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone

Hit my phone, hi

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up

Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone

(Ntshware ka phone, yeah)

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up

Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone

Hit my phone, hi

A true conversation with the homie listen

Told me he got a lil vision for brighter tomorrow but for now the sun is missing

Gotta keep serving these junkies

You know this my corner gotta get the bag

Get me a plan

The shit aint so bad

Other than being arrested by the man

I got a daughter need food in her stomach

You know you my nigga I'm going through this

Baby mama tripping SAPS tripping the hood really tripping I'm going through this

You know I'm beefing with this other nigga remember the day when he even pulled up

I heard he got him a pistol I know he's bitch

And I'm doubting he ever could dump

But lately I am really thinking about it

This shits turning into a mountain

My hustle gets me a lil bag but one day

I really will get me all up out it

Thinking about finishing school

I wonder do you think its cool

Before I go back to jail or even worse end up dead with nothing to prove

Thats something thats deep in my roof

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up

Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone

Hit my phone, hi

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up

Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone

(Ntshware ka phone, yeah)

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up

Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone

Hit my phone, hi

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up

Write it up write it up write it up hit up my phone

(Ntshware ka phone, yeah)