[Intro]
Uhh, ayy (buh, buh, buh)

[Verse]
Know you see the news, n***a, pick your guns up (go, go)
Glockie with the switches, better put your son up (go, go)
Glockie with the switches, better put your son up
Better not wait, outside this bitch until the sun up
Call them loafing [?], call them duh-duh-duh duh
Now he laying outside his car like huh-huh-huh huh (breathe, bitch)
All that woofin' on the net gon' get you fucked up
Damn, they can't touch us (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)

[Refrain]
Navy colors, I pull up, baby, uh, huh
Navy Tonka, I fucked your lady, uh huh
Call his mother and tell her, "pick your son up"
Uhh, damn, uhh, they can't touch us (damn, bitch)
Navy colors, I pull up, baby, uh, huh (damn)
Navy Tonka, I fucked your lady, uh huh (damn)
Call his mother and tell her, "pick your son up" (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Uhh, damn, uhh, they can't touch us

[Chorus]
Pick your son up (bitch, bitch)
Pick your son up (breathe, bitch)
Pick your son up (breathe, bitch)
I got a fuckin' drum, huh
That boy done fucked, I don't know why he tried to run, huh (bitch)
Pick your son up (breathe)
Pick your son up (bitch) (go)
Pick your son up (breathe, bitch) (go)
Pick your son up (bitch)
Pick your son up (breathe)
Pick your son up (bitch) (go)
Pick your son up (breathe, bitch) (go)
Pick your son up (buh)