Pick Her Up ft. Hank Trill Lyrics

Ay, yo, it's Big Lope in this mothafucka man, LDC gang, shit lil' bitch, ay

Mano y mano, me and Hank Trill, yeah we up in Dallas traffic, we gonna smoke a bag of killa

He ain't no mothafucka killer, boy, I see right through you like some glass, yeah, I'm on your ass

Smokin' on that killer, boy, so you know my voice, it got some rasp

Pourin' up that raspberry up in my cup, yea I'm on my task

Yeah, I'm on my mission, yeah, I'm the future, present, and the past

Yeah, I'm smokin' on that gas, yeah, that propane exchange with Hank

Matte black Range Rover, yeah, we in that tank

Brass tacks, boy, I pull up on you, spray you like some Axe

Throw a whole big ax in your face, lumberjack

Police pull me over, ask me if my name's Zach

I said, no, it's Lope, Lope Dope, hoe

Yeah, you know how it go, I was bound to blow

They hear the flow for the first time, yeah, they had to run that back, they don't understand that

Pull up at your trap with them little choppers, had to ransack

I went out back and I just ransacked

Swipe my credit card, five racks, Up at Saks yeah, that Visa

Just serve it over to me, yeah, like a slice, like a pizza

Smokin' on that gas, got some hiccups

Got that bag up in that pickup, yeah, I'm swervin' off in that mothafuckin' Bentley truck

They don't know what we slangin' up in that Raptor Truck

Ion know that lil' boy ain't finna dap him up

Nada, not enough, yeah, yo, bitch, I don't want her

Yeah, it's unlikely that I'll cuff

You better keep away from me, and Hank Trill, cause we gon' pick her up

I was sellin' prope, but now I'm with Lope

Sellin' dope, you tryna step up on my lawn

Nuh uh, nope

The Glock, I'm always groping

It's second amendment, I'm hopin' for the day

A fool tries to run up in my home

Ever since I killed Peggy, I've been movin' different

I don't need no damn propane, princesses

No medium round mistresses

I can't name a single instance

I actively chose a whore for makin' some riches

Found my business to speak for bitches

I'm sayin' I used to flip that

Now I use it to cook up the crinack

Dirty Alamo, I sip that

Big tanks, boy, I lift that

Bobby, get up off your ass and get rid of that chimp

Fat, you just sit around

Waitin' for the next Call of Duty match

You need to run a couple laps to run up a couple bands

Quit playin' Call of Duty, call some hoes

I demand

Or at least call some junkies and then sell a couple grams