PICK U UP / ONE LOVE (INTERLUDE) ft. Stallworth Jones Lyrics

Pick you up, I'm on the way!

I'm on the way baby, make sure you got your bags packed.

I'm on the way, why the attitude display?

Why the sentence start and end with K?

Please don't blow my high today

I'mma come and pick you up once I'm done collecting pay

I need me a pick me up

It's just me and these two blunts

Why when you get to see me I'm gone for bout another month

The love's so tough, push me awake for push-ups

I try not to take it out on you you bring it out of me

Get whatever you need, I turned my back you took a piece

Return of the Mack, I'm back and slick as grease

Get inside the car, turn that music up and we don't speak

After all, when you on that alcohol all you wanna see is me

I'm bout to pull up, hurry up we got places to be

If I told you I love you, it's real

With my niggas, we kings of the hill

I ain't had no decision but kill

Put my business in cups, it don't spill

Just how I like it, trill

It was no other way, but get to it

Don't be actin' surprised that you knew it

Don't you get upset with me, cause you blew it

And you through with

I break my spine for that

But I ain't got time for that

When the time comes, always got my back

This ain't the time, let's not get into that

I'm up a point, since it's tit for tat, man

What's the point if you ain't gettin' shit back

Yeah, I'm still down for whatever, let's slide

Must be silly to go against guys

Tellin' stories, not tellin' both sides

Need you truly, she say don't waste her time

My bitch bougie, she got too much pride

What's regular to her 328i

Losing good sense, been lost my mind

I hit Linda's need shrimp with the fries

I'm MJ and Kobe, I never switch sides

Ten different ways to get to some bank

Ten different ways for us to escape

I got the plan, but what does it take

If it ain't cash the fuck out my face

I am not Tay-K, no opps in this race

I want the Blades and the Glory,

Nigga I'm Tip, For you I ain't got no skate

Smoke out the bag, not a zip

Seven days in a week, six months in a day

They like, Mack, you got it, why you trippin'?

Nigga, don't count my pay

On business, they ask where I'm standin'

Forever Wildin' Out like Nick Cannon

Ain't no difference if you or your man did

Yellin' from the bleachers like Unc Shannon

Diamond in the boof, bring on the pressure

These VVs bring out the tester

Might be a dog, but I won't fetch her

She say we out of touch, I felt her

Felt my hand on her butt, what's next, girl?

If I told you I love you, it's real

With my niggas, we kings of the hill

I ain't had no decision but kill

Put my business in cups, it don't spill

Just how I like it, trill

It was no other way, but get to it

Don't be actin' surprised that you knew it

Don't you get upset with me, cause you blew it

And you through with

I break my spine for that

But I ain't got time for that

When the time comes, always got my back

This ain't the time, let's not get into that

I'm up a point, since it's tit for tat, man

What's the point if you ain't gettin' shit back

(The Mack)