Pick Yo Manz Up Lyrics

Imma blow them down

Pick yo mans up

Stomp him down to the ground

Then you take them to the pound

They some dogs

They go bark

So you take them to the park

Give me bands

Give me shooters

We go tear that ass apart

I be rapping all these verses

So you know I'm hella hard

All these skeezers in the club

Run they mouth they some narcs

Call me narcissistic

I'm just being realistic

Know I am a tank

Just going ballistic

Big body Benz

Like she motherfucking Megan

Yeah she eat my meat

But she motherfucking vegan

Rolling down yo hood

All lames what I'm seeing

Yeah I'm hella generous

Tag in broddy yeah we teaming

Yeah they love my music like crack

Know they feening

Never owned a car

So how the fuck I'm speeding

Said a fucking word

Don't know the fucking meaning

Counting bankrolls

All green what I'm seeing

Imma blow them down

Pick yo mans up

Stomp him down to the ground

Then you take them to the pound

They some dogs

They go bark

So you take them to the park

Give me bands

Give me shooters

We go tear that ass apart

I be rapping all these verses

So you know I'm hella hard

All these skeezers in the club

Run they mouth they some narcs

Call me narcissistic

I'm just being realistic

Know I am a tank

Just going ballistic

Fans in the club smoking pressure

I just copped the bag

What you saying is the message

I got patents on my name

So you know I am that pressure

Said these fucking words

Like I am the fucking pastor

I am fucking royalty

Not your average bastard

I am hella sexy

Had yo baby momma flustered

She said I taste good

Like some ketchup and some mustard

Bitch you run yo mouth

But you just a fucking buster buster

Imma blow them down

Pick yo mans up

Stomp him down to the ground

Then you take them to the pound

They some dogs

They go bark

So you take them to the park

Give me bands

Give me shooters

We go tear that ass apart

I be rapping all these verses

So you know I'm hella hard

All these skeezers in the club

Run they mouth they some narcs

Call me narcissistic

I'm just being realistic

Know I am a tank

Just going ballistic

In this bitch

We go turn up in this bitch

Yeah she's hella boney

Share some food with yo bitch

Bitch you hella lame

And I know you shop at Ross

Paper to the celling

So you know I am the boss

Boss ass nigga

Either have it or you don't

Know you fucking hating

Cause the bands what you want

You begging and shit

So I had to cut you off

Better fuck with me

Cause yo man is hella soft

Imma blow them down

Pick yo mans up

Stomp him down to the ground

Then you take them to the pound

They some dogs

They go bark

So you take them to the park

Give me bands

Give me shooters

We go tear that ass apart

I be rapping all these verses

So you know I'm hella hard

All these skeezers in the club

Run they mouth they some narcs

Call me narcissistic

I'm just being realistic

Know I am a tank

Just going ballistic