The Pickup ft. 724x, B.A. Skritter & Microphonist Lyrics

I guess we got another pickup

This one's the victim of a stickup

Three shots to the dome, now that's a sick pup

And while he's dying, he might have thoughts of the sip cup

Thoughts of his family he'll never see again

His senseless murder, sent to a ticker on CNN

The bigger verdict, where for eternity he will spend

The rest of days, sorry this is how we're meeting, friend

I'm in the business of death, and trust that shit is booming

I'm in the business of self, I never do it to em

I don't consider the wealth, consider end is looming

Continue holding the belt, I am not a human

They think I'm rolling with a scythe

When really I can be a drunk driver, early night

Or maybe I can be the blunt side of a knife

Getting jammed in your pipe for the wind, something light

like 100 billion and 0

I guess Jesus counts as a draw, far as I know

I'm sure that we will meet eventually

So just be careful and make sure there's no event this week

Flashing, shining, all of this from rhyming

Steak stuck in my teeth, issues of fine dining

Flossing my diamonds, meet a model round nine

Flossing filet mignon right outta my canines with a pussy hair

Yeah you are what you eat but ain't no pussy here

I got stripes in these streets like a muthafuckin parking lot

So I hold the glock like the block is hot, the block is hot

But it's not

This Rodeo Drive

Came a long way from holding heat just to stay alive

Give my mama extra money Sundays to pay my tithes

Ay dios mio, ice sunk the ship but my wrist stay que frio

Smelling like weed just for pissing off my PO

New money, aristocratic bitches love me though

Looking at these haters looking at me, what you want bitches

Give me the dickens as the plot thickens, ooh

Block is still hot and that heat never dissipate

You really think your own boys won't participate

You don't think one of these hoes see a little of your gold

Tell the bros and they come to fill their dinner plate

I won't spoil it, the ending's so glorious

Men are so spoiled, think they're royal

They ain't loyal to a muthafuckin thing

Until reporters with the story hit

Best you can pull is purgatory then

Living lifestyles of the rich and dangerous

Some die with a chain and some die chainless

And I've been waiting for a day like this

Someone to play for me for a bitch and try to take what's on my wrist

Hey, meet my Anti-Bitch Blaster 5000

Disperse a whole crowd when I decide to start wilding

Now who the fuck you think is looking like a lick, I'm loaded with a clip

Grabbed my bitch, the last thing I heard was click

Funny thing, the click, it wasn't for you

A million ways to die, I guess one was bound to get through

Drive-by for a separate gang entirely

Was standing so mightily

Had built a life in spite of me

Ayo it's

Another statistic for the ballistics

Few seconds later could miss it, love the logistics

Holding heat just to stay alive

Now I stare into your cold, sedated eyes

Whatcha want, another shot at this

Bitch I'm eponymous

You just wasted your life and now you're robbed of it

Think about all the points you can have bowed out

I don't make the plays, just set the stage, bring the crowds out

Live by the gun, feared by the gun

Tears never run when a tyrant hit in lung

Another point for death

Don't hold your breath

Cause next time you clutch your chest

Your number's next