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Ab-Soul

"Flick It Up Tre Cap Remix"

[Intro: REASON]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, wait
Pick it up, wait
Pick it up, wait
Pick it up, wait, wait

[Chorus: REASON]
Pick it up, pick it up
I done worked hard, ain't did enough
Got a new b*tch, ain't thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
n*gga flow sick, ain't sick enough (Wait)
Got a new b*tch, ain't thick enough (Woah)
Tell her drop down, then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 1: REASON]
n*gga came way, way up now (Woah)
Hoes got six like touchdown (Woah)
Get hit like diamonds, bustdown
I bustdown, I bustdown
Caught n*ggas stealin' my stuff now (True)
I can see me in a lot of these n*ggas
sh*t start to feel like Us now, wait (Wait)
n*gga so focused, head on straight (Straight)
No new friends, n*gga, dead on weight
Hoes on Ray Charles, treat it like baseball
Knock it out the park, then I slid home safe
Knock it out the park, then slid on home
REASON on fire, can't do no wrong
These n*ggas gossip, I just want profit
Came from bottom, I just want lobster
Need my mama up in a Benz, no stress, no problems
n*ggas talk sh*t, no comment
n*ggas ain't really did half the sh*t they rap 'bout
n*gga, you ain't never caught no bodies
You ain't never sold no drugs
n*gga, you ain't never popped no molly
You ain't never, wait
If I really, really said everything n*ggas ain't did
I'd be ancient, you n*ggas ain't sh*t
Came from the basement, glowed up
Smokin' on stank sh*t, roll up
n*ggas got capes on, hold up
Stop savin' hoes that don't wanna be saved
Comin' up as a kid, I was tryna be Jay
I was tryna be Ye, I was tryna be Wayne
Now kids say they tryna be REASON (REASON)
Feel good, n*gga still can't believe it
So when I'm at shows, I

[Chorus: REASON & Tre Capital]
Flick it up
I done worked hard, ain't did enough
Got a new b*tch, ain't thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up (Flick it up)
n*gga flow sick, ain't sick enough (Sick enough)
Got a new b*tch, ain't thick enough
Tell her drop down, then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up (Pick it up, pick it up)

[Verse 2: Tre Capital]
Better take a flick when you see this sh*t
T-R-E C-A-P back in the mix
Slid a home run, yeah, goin' over the fence, let it rip
Now it's time to commence
Everything I wanted, I get
Never taking no for option
So f*ck your list, I'm top ten
Disagree with me? You ain't coughin'
Green light [?] like Steve, no Austin
Hearing y'all n*ggas exhausting
Me, REASON and Soul, we balling
Knew this rapping was my calling, ugh
D.LX, TDE, MVP, every year n*ggas envy me
[?] no pedigree
To be a god was my destiny
Hear the hunger like I turn to a zombie
Going kamikaze, no Gandhi
Want the title [?] behind me
Made it this far, no one had signed me
State Farm gotta be quicker than that
Bars break, you ain't have Kit-Kat
Tell the DJ to run it back
As a matter of fact I'm gassing in this track
Gundam 2, the whole city on the map
Y'all n*ggas blind but my fortune stacked
I don't need no Grammy's or platinum plaques
To show y'all that I can rap
Killed this remix, this sh*t is over
2025 I'll need a chauffeur
Lyrical four-five and [?]
Baby drop that ass for the culture

[Chorus: REASON & Tre Capital]
Flick it up (Hero)
I done worked hard, ain't did enough
Got a new b*tch, ain't thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
n*gga flow sick, ain't sick enough
Got a new b*tch, ain't thick enough
Tell her drop down, then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
n*gga, who? (Soulo), n*gga, what? (Yeah)
Your jaw just dropped, ma, pick it up
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
I got at least infinity flows, abstract, as*h*le
Ab-Soul infinity stone, end game for my enemy, yo (Hah)
Pen game Incredible Hulk, big fangs, incredible bark
Big dawg on T-O-P, R-A-P G-O-D
Wait, this sh*t is easy as winning a spelling bee spellin' the letter B (Ayy)
H-I-P H-O-P S-A-V-E-D me, man
Amazing grace
You made your bed and I made my plate (Eat)
f*ck is you thinkin'? Benjamin Franklin
Face to face to face to face
Face the fact
'Fore I hit stages, all of my wages minimum
Then I dropped the track that made 'em feel me like a cinema (Oh)
How 'bout that?
Now I'm just killing 'em, grave so low, can't dig it up
Where your casket at?
Look at my b*tch, ass so fat, can't pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick up the pacemaker
Your heart ain't strong enough, brain ain't smart enough
Gang ain't hard enough, dollars ain't long enough
Promise I'm droppin' a gem, you should

[Chorus: REASON & Ab-Soul]
Pick it up
I done worked hard, ain't did enough (Soul)
Got a new b*tch, ain't thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
n*gga flow sick, ain't sick enough
Got a new b*tch, ain't thick enough
Tell her drop down, then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up
I done worked hard, ain't did enough
Got a new b*tch, ain't thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
n*gga flow sick, ain't sick enough
Got a new b*tch, ain't thick enough
Tell her drop down, then pick it up, b*tch

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