"Picking Up Daisy's" lyrics
(Oh my gosh, is this Holliewood?)
(Ayy, Sparkle, you did this?)
Huh (Huh, yuh)
You pressure, huh, I wanna, I wanna touch on yo' body
You know like I know, don't even say that I'm taxin'
You know what this 3.5 go for (Huh, phew)
Bitch, come shop with Young Pablo (Pablo)
Walk out the trap, ski mask, Diablo
When she roll up on Lil Glokk' (Oh, Goddamn), I be like, "Bit', welcome to the game show" (Damn, yeah)
Nigga took yo' damn fire, nigga (Fire)
Why the fuck you gotta gun for? (Go)
Got all types of drugs, you get it vacuum sealed (Oh, yeah)
Bitch, what's the drill? (Huh)
I'm poppin' these percs, and they do not feel real (Ugh)
I be the first one at the window when it's time to do a damn drill (Thrrt)
I told Whoa, "I don't need nobody to fuckin' shoot for me" (Uh, uh)
Got me a Glock 40, it don't trip (Bitch)
X on the head, make it outta here (Here)
XD got 'em scared, he don't think he real
Glock 45, name that bitch, "O'neal" (Uh-huh)
I got banana clip, monkey nuts, that'll make 'em peel (Huh)
Drink this nut, better not say, "Ew" (Drink)
We can fuck, baby, I can't cuff
I mean just like the beat we treat this shit unjust (Unjust)
I mean I'd just sleep with you, but that's just lust (Ah-hah)
Hm, baby, I get rough (Ayy)
Bitch, you crazy, just come fuck (Craz')
He pickin' up daisy's, he try one of us (Hey)
And he talkin 'bout my Whoa, man that boy got some guts (Boy, yeah)
Up the fire on my Whoa, then yo' ass must be nuts (On God)
You pressure (Um, brazy), huh, I wanna (Huh), I wanna touch on yo' body (No, nah)
You know like I know (How I know it), don't even say that I'm taxin' (Ha)
You know what this 3.5 go for (Ha)
Bitch, come shop with Young Pablo (Ah)
Walk out the trap, ski mask, Diablo (Ah)
When she roll up on Lil Glokk' (Be like, boaw), I be like, "Bit', welcome to the game show" (Boaw)
Nigga took yo' damn fire, nigga (Fire, nigga)
Why the fuck you gotta gun for? (Go)
Got all types of drugs, you get it vacuum sealed (Oh, yeah)
Bitch, what's the drill? (Yeah)
I'm poppin' these percs, and they do not feel real (Uh, yeah)
I be the first one at the window when it's time to do a damn drill (Thrrt-thrrt)
I told Whoa, "I don't need nobody to fuckin' shoot for me" (Woah)
Got me a Glock 40, it don't trip
(Thrrt-thrrt)
(Thrrt-thrrt)
(Thrrt-thrrt)
Play with the gang you picking up daisy's, uh
(Ayy, Sparkle, you did this?)
Huh (Huh, yuh)
You pressure, huh, I wanna, I wanna touch on yo' body
You know like I know, don't even say that I'm taxin'
You know what this 3.5 go for (Huh, phew)
Bitch, come shop with Young Pablo (Pablo)
Walk out the trap, ski mask, Diablo
When she roll up on Lil Glokk' (Oh, Goddamn), I be like, "Bit', welcome to the game show" (Damn, yeah)
Nigga took yo' damn fire, nigga (Fire)
Why the fuck you gotta gun for? (Go)
Got all types of drugs, you get it vacuum sealed (Oh, yeah)
Bitch, what's the drill? (Huh)
I'm poppin' these percs, and they do not feel real (Ugh)
I be the first one at the window when it's time to do a damn drill (Thrrt)
I told Whoa, "I don't need nobody to fuckin' shoot for me" (Uh, uh)
Got me a Glock 40, it don't trip (Bitch)
X on the head, make it outta here (Here)
XD got 'em scared, he don't think he real
Glock 45, name that bitch, "O'neal" (Uh-huh)
I got banana clip, monkey nuts, that'll make 'em peel (Huh)
Drink this nut, better not say, "Ew" (Drink)
We can fuck, baby, I can't cuff
I mean just like the beat we treat this shit unjust (Unjust)
I mean I'd just sleep with you, but that's just lust (Ah-hah)
Hm, baby, I get rough (Ayy)
Bitch, you crazy, just come fuck (Craz')
He pickin' up daisy's, he try one of us (Hey)
And he talkin 'bout my Whoa, man that boy got some guts (Boy, yeah)
Up the fire on my Whoa, then yo' ass must be nuts (On God)
You pressure (Um, brazy), huh, I wanna (Huh), I wanna touch on yo' body (No, nah)
You know like I know (How I know it), don't even say that I'm taxin' (Ha)
You know what this 3.5 go for (Ha)
Bitch, come shop with Young Pablo (Ah)
Walk out the trap, ski mask, Diablo (Ah)
When she roll up on Lil Glokk' (Be like, boaw), I be like, "Bit', welcome to the game show" (Boaw)
Nigga took yo' damn fire, nigga (Fire, nigga)
Why the fuck you gotta gun for? (Go)
Got all types of drugs, you get it vacuum sealed (Oh, yeah)
Bitch, what's the drill? (Yeah)
I'm poppin' these percs, and they do not feel real (Uh, yeah)
I be the first one at the window when it's time to do a damn drill (Thrrt-thrrt)
I told Whoa, "I don't need nobody to fuckin' shoot for me" (Woah)
Got me a Glock 40, it don't trip
(Thrrt-thrrt)
(Thrrt-thrrt)
(Thrrt-thrrt)
Play with the gang you picking up daisy's, uh
Writer(s): Kendale Williams
