Pick Up Da Phone (OG) lyrics

[Chorus]
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that sh*t up)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Yeah we goin', yeah we goin' (uh, uh)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)

[Verse 1]
I feel like Trippie, miss this rage, you n*ggas hatin' did I miss a page?, uh
I can't f*ck wit' none of y'all b*tch n*ggas y'all act way too lame, uh
I might grab up on my choppa, we can play the same game, uh
I can't f*ck wit' none of y'all b*tch n*ggas y'all chase all that fame, uh
All my diamonds be freezin', yeah them sh*ts cold, It's the middle of the summer, they warmin' me up
And these n*ggas be wonderin why I sit there leanin'
'Cause there's lean up in my double cup
Yeah these n*ggas be hatin' that sh*t on the gram
But these n*ggas know that I don't give a f*ck
Yeah these n*ggas be hatin' that sh*t on the gram
But these n*ggas know that I don't give a f*ck

[Chorus]
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that sh*t up)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Yeah we goin', yeah we goin' (uh, uh)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, his money green, my money blue
His money old, my money new
These n*ggas said I won't get anywhere, but these b*tches on my tool
All my hunnids f*ckin' blue, b*tch ass n*gga who is you?
I told that b*tch to pick up the phone, guess I don't need no more lube
His nose was runny, she on my di*k and she bounce like a bunny, bounce like a bunny
b*tch ass n*gga 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*ggas y'all my f*ckin' sonny's, f*ckin' 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
[?] day I can still go f*ck up on ya thot
These b*tch ass n*ggas on the gram and they hate a lot

[Chorus]
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh (pick that sh*t up)
Pick up the phone, uh, yeah (pick that sh*t up)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)
Yeah we goin', yeah we goin' (uh, uh)
Pick that sh*t, pick that sh*t (uh, uh)