Pick It Up Run It Up Lyrics

Imma go, imma go, imma go

Imma go pick it up

Imma go pick it up

Imma go

Imma go, imma go

Imma go, imma go, imma go

Imma go pick it up

Came through I'm hitting em'

They come when I'm getting up

Whole lotta tippin up

Yo brodie ain't stickin up

He went to the feds to confess who was blickin em

A whole lotta clip in em'

Was told that them boys was gon hit they ain't missing em'

I'm sorry no missin em'

I'm sorry no missin em'

I'm sorry no missin em'

Know that I'm picking em'

Know that I'm shootin em'

Know that I'm hitting em'

Know that yo shawty she stand on my side

And you know that I really cant, really can't get enough

She can not get enough

She can not get enough

Imma go

Imma go pick it up

Imma go, imma go

Aye, aye

Imma go

Imma go, imma go, imma go

Imma go pick it up imma go stick it up

Stick like it jam and that toe it not big enough

Imma go shoot em' you know that I hit em' up

Call to yo shawty, she calling my line and you know I can't pick it up

No I can't pick it up

No I can't pick it up

No I can't what yuh

No I can't pick it up

No I can't pick it up

Running around and up

Going around and around in my bag on my back I ain't taxin em'

N****s I walk and I drip on the moon and I walk on my heels and

I slide out like Jackson

Shawty just liking my vibe and the way that I'm saying her name

I talk when I'm tapping it

Money keep running I'm losing the track of it

Counting it counting That shit just be stacking bit'

Coun- cou- counting

Told em one time when I get it one take

Rocking this shit wit a lake

Came through my shooters they ready to bake

Hold on lil bit'

I don't take on no dates dates

Came to my money I pop and relate

But stack up my plate

And the steak on my plate

I told her just wait

And my diamonds gon hit

I call him like Harlem he ready to shake

Came through and I'm shooting I'm saving these hoes

Told that bit put on a robe not a cape

Came through I'm dripping my diamonds they gold

And they wet and I'm slippin it up like a lake

And I'm running em'

I'm running the money

Yuh, yuh

I'm taking the pills

Yuh

On top of the cash

Yuh

Like Beverly Hills

Imma go get on my bag and

I grab on the bag and I grab on the cash

And I grab on the tac and I grab on no money

I grab on no pump cause it shootin too fast

And I shoot at his head and his dome and his gas

Know I got six

Know I got six different whips

Know that they drip

Know that they GTA shit

Know that my shit really lit

Hit on the curb when I'm swerving

They talk all my n*****s they knowing the words

And I pop on yo bitch and I'm dropping this shit

And I'm dropping this shit and they talking bout turds

And I'm running round town and I'm runnin the turf

And my pockets they blue and I call that bitch smurf

And know this is my planet I'm talking bout Earth

And I came to this shit and I'm talking bout birth

And I'm

Runnin it, runnin it

Runnin it, runnin it

Imma go pick it up

Came through I'm hitting em'

They come when I'm getting up

Whole lotta tippin up

Yo brodie ain't stickin up

He went to the feds to confess who was blickin em

A whole lotta clip in em'

Was told that them boys was gon hit they ain't missing em'

I'm sorry no missin em'

I'm sorry no missin em'

Ru- Running around in the coupe

Getting it loose

Get in the bag and we chasing the loot

Came wit my shooters they poppin a nuke

Poppin at noon and we threw that bit two

Threw that bit two and I walk like a beast

And they talking bout' zoo and I run with the feast

And my n****s gon' pop if that bitch is on me and

She stuck like some glue

She stuck like some glue

Imma go, imma go, imma go

Imma go pick it up

Imma go pick it up

Imma go

Imma go pick it up

Came through I'm hitting em'

They come when I'm getting up

Whole lotta tippin up

Yo brodie ain't stickin up

He went to the feds to confess who was blickin em

A whole lotta clip in em'

Was told that them boys was gon hit they ain't missing em'

I'm sorry no missin em'

I'm sorry no