Who

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[Chorus: Solo OTA] Who gon' pick me up? Who gon' let me fall? Same day my dawg, tell me that they not involved Who gon' love me? My shooters ready, mmm My shooters ready Go tell 'em I'm blessed Got God at my best Done and went and got the VV's ice on my chest And if they see me, 'cause I ain't hidin' my steps Guys I ain't tryna impress Popeyes, cut ties, invest Mhmmmm-hmm [Verse 1: Solo OTA] Heard they talkin' 'bout gettin' me But I've been on a wave I've been on a wave, I've been on the seven seas Stayin' out the way, fell in love wit' pain Dodgin' all the jealousy I've been on the run Seven months is all and when they gon' let me free? I don't know when imma' see my mom I don't know when imma' see my dad Pull up on 'em make the heater mad See their faces when they see the tag I got the big, big B's wit' the Fendi on the back Made from the streets, you ain't made from the trap Get left in the chapter Niggas wanted fame, this is fame that they after I just wanna change now I changed me a bracket Hit a few stains as the rain hit the Patek Put a private plane and we think about it after They ain't fuckin' wit' the gang man it really don't matter Fuck it (Fuck it) Like fuck that shit (grrr) I'm done wit' them, I'm done wit' it (grrr) I mean it Fuck a opp, fuck a cop, fuck you thot You heathen Thirty shot, fifty shot Rrrrrrrrrrr, leakin' Spin his block, spin his block Finish it, leave it Champion Aniekan This shit ain't champion, this from your visa This shit ain't rappin', this shit can get deeper I got oppa's askin' me for features I got managers in my DM Think I'm cappin' when I don't see 'em I've been Kaepernick hunnid seasons Young dolph 400 shots and still breathin' (Flex) Ahh-ahh ahh-ahh So point out an opp when he see 'em And tell me what's real when you feel it Ahh-ahh ahh-ahh Vicky let me in on her secret Cuz she know I'm a pimp I can keep it [Chorus: Solo OTA] Who gon' pick me up? Who gon' let me fall? Same day my dawg, tell me that they not involved Who gon' love me? My shooters ready My shooters ready Go tell 'em I'm blessed Got God at my best Done and went and got the VV's ice on my chest And they-they see me, 'cause I ain't hidin' my steps Guys I ain't tryna impress Popeyes, cut ties, invest [Verse 2: Bvlly] Now they wanna' know what's up with me Ain't play no games, no time for the fuckery Fuck you if you don't fuck wit' me Ran it up hard work, ain't do nun luckily Now they wonder why she stuck wit' me I'm with Solo on the Ave way before all the luxury Brought the gun in the club wit' me Out your mind if you drunk and you think 'bout touchin' me Way before all the rap shit I was two up in traffic, Scarborough to Brampton Hittin' ho's one the mattress I tried to get a stoley but I leave it for standard Busted units out the plastic All I needed was a fish, shoutout KR wit' the stamplist Told my dawg don't panic 'Cause in life it ain't always gonna go as you planned it All I wanted was the VV's and-and a sold out show All she talkin' 'bout is Ceecee and-but she ain't make no dough If you tell me you don't need me and-then don't call my phone And I know they might not believe me and- But I'm good on my own [Chorus: Solo OTA] Who gon' pick me up? Who gon' let me fall? Same day my dawg, tell me that they not involved Who gon' love me? My shooters ready My shooters ready Go tell 'em I'm blessed Got God at my best Done and went and got the VV's ice on my chest And they-they see me, 'cause I ain't hidin' my steps Guys I ain't tryna impress Popeyes, cut ties, invest