"ALMOST PICKED UP" lyrics
Yeah, yeah (Woah)
Yeah (Woah), yeah-yeah (Woah)
I almost picked up a lil' seal, yeah (Yeah)
I'm sippin' too much, I can't feel, yeah (Yeah)
Your shorty linked up, yeah, for real, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
I almost picked up one more seal, yeah (Woah)
I'm sippin' too much, I can't feel, yeah (Woah)
I almost picked up a lil' seal, yeah (Woah, woah)
Your shorty linked up, yeah, for real, yeah (Woah)
Your shorty linked up, finna deal, yeah (Woah)
Huh, yeah-yeah-yeah (What?)
Your shorty in here off a pill
And I'm pourin' the lean, I might spill, oh
I'm always gon' do what they can't (Woah)
Niggas just pull up to talk shit and hate (Woah)
I'm pourin' up, I need a chase (Yeah)
I'm loyal, I see through the fake (Yeah)
I'm boiling a pot, make it shake (Yeah)
You lyin' through teeth, through your face (Yeah)
It words could kill, then it's fate (Yeah)
It words could kill, then it's fate (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Said I'm pourin' up more, tryna feel again (Woah)
And my ex hit me up, tryna chill again (Woah)
They act like they don't know slimy as it could get (Woah)
Trap house servin' the dogfood like we got pets (Yeah)
There's two damn dead bodies inside of the trap, a lil' mess (Yeah)
Yeah, I still want some nice shit, but my neck in baguettes
I wasn't shoppin', she aim for my neck (Go)
Took a Perc', in ten minutes I'm finna go rest (Go, go, go)
Can't see your bag, you know I'm humble though, yeah
I ain't blood, but you know that I'm uppin' it, yeah (Yeah)
Racks fat, my stomach full, yeah (Yeah)
I can see shrimp and steak, I want something new, yeah (Woah)
Benjamin look at Jackson, I'm thumbin' through, yeah (Woah)
I can't lie, not the truth, like my numbers do, yeah (Woah)
Numbers don't lie, bitch, my numbers true, yeah (What?)
Yeah (What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
I almost picked up a lil' seal, yeah (Yeah)
I'm sippin' too much, I can't feel, yeah (Yeah)
Your shorty linked up, yeah, for real, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah (Woah), yeah-yeah (Woah)
I almost picked up a lil' seal, yeah (Yeah)
I'm sippin' too much, I can't feel, yeah (Yeah)
Your shorty linked up, yeah, for real, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
I almost picked up one more seal, yeah (Woah)
I'm sippin' too much, I can't feel, yeah (Woah)
I almost picked up a lil' seal, yeah (Woah, woah)
Your shorty linked up, yeah, for real, yeah (Woah)
Your shorty linked up, finna deal, yeah (Woah)
Huh, yeah-yeah-yeah (What?)
Your shorty in here off a pill
And I'm pourin' the lean, I might spill, oh
I'm always gon' do what they can't (Woah)
Niggas just pull up to talk shit and hate (Woah)
I'm pourin' up, I need a chase (Yeah)
I'm loyal, I see through the fake (Yeah)
I'm boiling a pot, make it shake (Yeah)
You lyin' through teeth, through your face (Yeah)
It words could kill, then it's fate (Yeah)
It words could kill, then it's fate (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Said I'm pourin' up more, tryna feel again (Woah)
And my ex hit me up, tryna chill again (Woah)
They act like they don't know slimy as it could get (Woah)
Trap house servin' the dogfood like we got pets (Yeah)
There's two damn dead bodies inside of the trap, a lil' mess (Yeah)
Yeah, I still want some nice shit, but my neck in baguettes
I wasn't shoppin', she aim for my neck (Go)
Took a Perc', in ten minutes I'm finna go rest (Go, go, go)
Can't see your bag, you know I'm humble though, yeah
I ain't blood, but you know that I'm uppin' it, yeah (Yeah)
Racks fat, my stomach full, yeah (Yeah)
I can see shrimp and steak, I want something new, yeah (Woah)
Benjamin look at Jackson, I'm thumbin' through, yeah (Woah)
I can't lie, not the truth, like my numbers do, yeah (Woah)
Numbers don't lie, bitch, my numbers true, yeah (What?)
Yeah (What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
I almost picked up a lil' seal, yeah (Yeah)
I'm sippin' too much, I can't feel, yeah (Yeah)
Your shorty linked up, yeah, for real, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
