"Pick Up This Cup" lyrics
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Whenever you wanna knock on Death's door
Brr, woo-woo
Ha, okay, the bombs away
We know how the fuck it is, nigga
Huh, huh, it's C-A-Y-O, nigga
Won't you let me go? Ain't no lookin' back
Tell me why I choke, Gen5 in my lap
Bitch, what you want? I ain't tryna chat
Know I hit the bong when I need to relax
They keep callin' for drank, but they know that I text
They call up for drank, I'm tryna take a nap
Man, I wish somebody could feel how I feel
If you were in my life, you might just "blatt"
Fuck the big lighter, I'ma use the stove
You can ask my niggas what a nigga owe
You can ask these bitches what a nigga owe
Bet they'd get the last of me if they was poor
Bitch, do I like to feel in control?
I woke up like, "Fuck," then a bitch want me
She gon' have to let me drive the boat
I don't chase no female
Unless it's my daughter, my momma, and that's on my soul, nigga
Everybody that's around me quittin' my family
Tryna say I've lost myself to these hoes, nigga
They ain't even tried to tell me, turn it to no ho, nigga
They ain't even tried to tell me, "Go outside,"
Fuck if they see, if you do the most, nigga
But it's [?] you cold, just do 'em lil' colder
Got a man, but they choosin' Lil Pebble
[?] okay, your dude turned into big boulder
Get all the [?] songs out of yo' lil' folder
And 'em new hoes you've been talkin' too
When you see 'em, remember that you can't always hold 'em
Huh, I was never the nigga
I'm rappin' to be on a bad bitch poster
I'ma hit that bitch in my favorite song
Then send a new one when it's over
Wanna play my songs? You think I need a composer
And it's crazy, I told my momma when I was young
That I was movin' with four-leaf clovers
Uh-huh, okay, batt
You know what it is, nigga, nigga
Bombs away, gang
This shit for the ones that love me, nigga
Huh, holy shit, I'm incredible
I don't give a fuck what a bitch think
I don't give a fuck what a bitch see
I don't give a fuck how the bitch feel
If she go kill, then you go kill
If it feel real, then let it be real, the fuck? Huh
I know you feel down, but get back up
Huh, huh, I think it feel bad to have you pick up this cup
Whenever you wanna knock on Death's door
Brr, woo-woo
Ha, okay, the bombs away
We know how the fuck it is, nigga
Huh, huh, it's C-A-Y-O, nigga
Won't you let me go? Ain't no lookin' back
Tell me why I choke, Gen5 in my lap
Bitch, what you want? I ain't tryna chat
Know I hit the bong when I need to relax
They keep callin' for drank, but they know that I text
They call up for drank, I'm tryna take a nap
Man, I wish somebody could feel how I feel
If you were in my life, you might just "blatt"
Fuck the big lighter, I'ma use the stove
You can ask my niggas what a nigga owe
You can ask these bitches what a nigga owe
Bet they'd get the last of me if they was poor
Bitch, do I like to feel in control?
I woke up like, "Fuck," then a bitch want me
She gon' have to let me drive the boat
I don't chase no female
Unless it's my daughter, my momma, and that's on my soul, nigga
Everybody that's around me quittin' my family
Tryna say I've lost myself to these hoes, nigga
They ain't even tried to tell me, turn it to no ho, nigga
They ain't even tried to tell me, "Go outside,"
Fuck if they see, if you do the most, nigga
But it's [?] you cold, just do 'em lil' colder
Got a man, but they choosin' Lil Pebble
[?] okay, your dude turned into big boulder
Get all the [?] songs out of yo' lil' folder
And 'em new hoes you've been talkin' too
When you see 'em, remember that you can't always hold 'em
Huh, I was never the nigga
I'm rappin' to be on a bad bitch poster
I'ma hit that bitch in my favorite song
Then send a new one when it's over
Wanna play my songs? You think I need a composer
And it's crazy, I told my momma when I was young
That I was movin' with four-leaf clovers
Uh-huh, okay, batt
You know what it is, nigga, nigga
Bombs away, gang
This shit for the ones that love me, nigga
Huh, holy shit, I'm incredible
I don't give a fuck what a bitch think
I don't give a fuck what a bitch see
I don't give a fuck how the bitch feel
If she go kill, then you go kill
If it feel real, then let it be real, the fuck? Huh
I know you feel down, but get back up
Huh, huh, I think it feel bad to have you pick up this cup
