[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern]
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that shit up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that shit up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that shit up)
Pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that shit up)
Pick that shit, pick that shit (uh, uh)
Pick that shit, pick that shit (uh, uh)
Yeah we goin', yeah we goin' (uh, uh)
Pick that shit, pick that shit (uh, uh)
[Verse 1: Ken Car$on]
Pick up that shit (huh?), and she gon' suck on my tip (bitch)
I need some more tissue I gotta flush these lil' n***as 'cause these n***as shit (ew)
This choppa gonna hold a n***a down (hold a fuck n***a)
I gonna come shoot him with this .150 round (oh my fucking god)
Choppa gonna kill him in silence it ain't make no sound
The opps know I'm on they fuckin' ass
The opps know I'm on they fuckin' ass
The opps know I'm on they fuckin' ass
The opps know I'm on they fuckin' ass
There go Ken on that shit, Jourdan gave him that shit, now he goin' red on this shit
I passed Jourdan thе blunt, he been rolled up on that shit
N***as steady hatin' but I'm gеttin' paper (yeah)
She gonna ride me like a rollercoaster, then later on I say I hate her
[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern & TG]
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that shit up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that shit up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that shit up)
Pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that shit up)
Pick that shit, pick that shit (uh, uh)
Pick that shit, pick that shit (uh, uh)
Yeah we goin', yeah we goin' (uh, uh)
Pick that shit, pick that shit (uh, uh, woah)
[Verse 2: TG]
Pick up the phone (huh?), I got Designer from head to my toe (slatt)
We went up jackin' the neighborhood bones (yeah)
Count up guap, big cash rubberbands (rubberbands)
Choppa, it got kick, make him do the running man (doo-doo gra)
Pull up, skrr (skrr)
Run from the rocks, I made it work
Look at the cops in the back doin' percs
Fuckin' that bitch from the back everyday
I make the pain then I get you the waste (bitch)
I go 200, then I go to the bank (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Trenchin', huh, okay, okay (skrr, skrr)
You got green and I got gold all on my chains (yeah, yeah)
Speakin' independent all these VV's spell my name (uh)
Double cup, that shit always in my brain
[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern & TG]
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that shit up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that shit up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that shit up, hoe)
Pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that shit up)
Pick that shit, pick that shit (uh, uh)
Pick that shit, pick that shit (uh, uh, slatt)
Yeah we goin', yeah we goin' (uh, uh, bitch)
Pick that shit, pick that shit (uh, uh, yeah)
[Verse 3: Jourdan Brothern]
Yeah, his money green, my money blue
His money old, my money new
These n***as said I won't get anywhere, but these bitches on my tool
All my hunnids fuckin' blue, bitch ass n***a who is you?
I told that bitch to pick up the phone, guess I don't need no more lube
His nose was runny, she on my dick and she bounce like a bunny, bounce like a bunny
Bitch ass n***a making jokes and he think he funny, think he funny
My diamonds shinin' bright, make it look like it's sunny, look like it's sunny
Yeah, I own all you n***as y'all my fuckin' sonny's, fuckin' sonny's
Yeah, she callin' me daddy, yeah, I'm somebody father, oh my god
All this drip up on me and it look like water, uh, oh my god
Almost every single day I can still go fuck up on ya thot
These bitch ass n***as on the gram and they hate a lot
[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern & Lil Uzi Vert]
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that shit up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that shit up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that shit up)
Pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that shit up)
Pick that shit, pick that shit (uh, uh)
Pick that shit, pick that shit (uh, uh)
Yeah we goin', yeah we goin' (uh, uh, Lil Uzi)
Pick that shit, pick that shit (uh, uh, Woah)
[Verse 4: Lil Uzi Vert]
Feelin' like Trippie, yeah I'm seein' red (what?, Yeah!)
Like BIA I got a whole lotta money
N***as makin' jokes, there ain't shit funny
We wipin' on his nose, that shit was runny
Okay I admit it, you was right I was wrong
Cheatin' on 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 seven bitches, now there's 8 in a thong...