Pick Up the Phone

[Chorus]
Don’t text me
I’m trying to get the bag
Inspected drip is all I have
Now check the price tag
You know I’m living lav
Don’t mean to humblebrag
Don’t text me
You looking kind of sad

Pick up the phone then go
Pick up the phone then go
Pick up the phone then go
You pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Pick up the phone then go
Pick up the phone then go
Pick up the phone then go
You pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 1]
Why you keep calling me
Leave your word at the beep
Man trynna have fun, man, sipping on rum
Little bitch stop texting me
All about the subtleties
Trynna fine dine with the cheese
If you’re in it, then I’ll win it
If you’re joking then I’ll split it
Ain’t got no time for no plea
Ain’t got time for oui oui
Ain’t got time for could be
Skedaddle Bitch skedaddle huh
Trynna live life toll-free
And my dick ain’t no Grand Prix
And I got no Wedding ring
So hop off my dick and go take a hint
You’re not in my destiny

Are you gonna lie to me like you did on the bus
Or are you trynna be the one I can trust

Doesn’t matter anyway, I’m still sexy
Dick game so great, call it catchy
With a new broad every single weekly
We be having sex all up on my sleepy

I so messy
Bed be messy
They be messy
And you jelly

[Chorus]
Don’t text me
I’m trying to get the bag
Inspected drip is all I have
Now check the price tag
You know I’m living lav
Don’t mean to humblebrag
Don’t text me
You looking kind of sad

Pick up the phone then go
Pick up the phone then go
Pick up the phone then go
You pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Pick up the phone then go
Pick up the phone then go
Pick up the phone then go
You pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 2]
Wakey wakey bitch
Wakey wakey bitch
Here's a fucking clue
Here's the fucking sitch
I'm sick of you
I'm sick of this
When you fucking leave
Don’t be talking shit
When you wanna test the force and be the source
Of red set forth, no change of course hmm
Wait a minute that be anger, that be pride and
That be rage and what you hide from
“These tears, covered up in fear
Don’t leer, now I gotta satire
My peers, not a lot of revere
My Dear, the parties only for queers”

Are you gonna cry again like you did on the bus
Or are you gonna suck it up cause life be tough

And I’m living life so damn grand bitch
And I’m happy that you can’t stand it
Entitled bitch talking shmack on the daily
I try to help but you be acting crazy
Now you trynna run back like there’s a maybe
I’m on my first year Jason Rose, not trynna marry

[Chorus]
Don’t text me
I’m trying to get the bag
Inspected drip is all I have
Now check the price tag
You know I’m living lav
Don’t mean to humblebrag
Don’t text me
You looking kind of sad

Pick up the phone then go
Pick up the phone then go
Pick up the phone then go
You pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Pick up the phone then go
Pick up the phone then go
Pick up the phone then go
You pick it up, pick it up, pick it up