Rasta Cartel - Pick Ups Lyrics

Pick my bitch up out the suburbs
Pick my pack up out the ghetto
I pop my shit, I pick up profits, make plays on a metro
Im pushing packs, and pounds of weight
In the trap and gym hoe
Im pushing cars with dealer plates
Beat a nigga ass then get the f*ck on
Choppa Choppa hit a nigga up
Prices low never leave my plug
Caught probation start selling drugs
Lawyer paid, case zipped up
Ride cautious never slipping up
Pop pop, them hands not guns
Cops come you know I'm gone run
Pac with dreads, outlaw on the run
Pick my bitch up out the suburbs
Pick my pack up out the ghetto (Ya)
I pop my shit, I pick up profits, make plays on a metro (Trap)
Im pushing packs, and pounds of weight
In the trap and gym hoe (Push it)
Im pushing cars with dealer plates
Beat a nigga ass then get the f*ck on
Popping wheelies though the hood, nasty
Pop the package open (Its from cali)
Got the clock by the door (Got traffic)
Poof made it go (Got magic)
Got bitches hood sadity pushing product in stilettos
Go get deposits dolo, keep dat blazer no Carmelo
Make drop-offs in apartments, I'm rocking expensive garments
I distribute exotic, ducking cops i might got warrants
Folk call me wit da lingo
Talmbout he need a lego
Transactions all through Fulton
Turn down all plays to Clayco
Pick my bitch up out the suburbs
Pick my pack up out the ghetto (Ya)
I pop my shit, I pick up profits, make plays on a metro (Trap)
Im pushing packs, and pounds of weight
In the trap and gym hoe (Push it, push it, push it)
Im pushing cars with dealer plates
Beat a nigga ass then get the f*ck on (Lets Go)
Pick my bitch up out the suburbs
Pick my pack up out the ghetto (Ya)
I pop my shit, I pick up profits, make plays on a metro (Trap)
Im pushing packs, and pounds of weight
In the trap and gym hoe (Push it)
Im pushing cars with dealer plates
Beat a nigga ass then get the f*ck on