Pick Up the Phone

Lyrics

[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