BG Peets - Pick & Roll Lyrics

These niggas is bitches I know

The club is the court when I'm choosing hoes the way that I pick and I roll

BG in my soul gussy the bros, ain't do this shit on my own

And I'm drippin sauce
Bitch I just might hit you off lemme get in my zone

I been picking myself up bitch I ain't got time to pick up my phone

I put my foot in these poems

My niggas rockin v lone

These niggas copy be clones

Remember they wasn't liking our songs

Now they wanna hop on our songs

But they ain't gonn rock with me when I tell em the time that I'm on

Think back
Way back
When I sent you my shit you ain't play that

It was like that let it stay that
Respect wasn't given had to take that

Guss block trey block where I stay at

Love all my niggas won't leave em
F*ck a opp where we catch em we leave em

Walk in a pack like hyenas

My lil bitch she a keeper
Don't want ya bitch you can keep her
Hit and returner like Tina
Sauce Gang bread cheese sauce pizza

I been
Plottin
I'm tryna get to the dough

I built this shit from the pavement
Then I watched my niggas grow

These niggas is bitches I know

The club is the court when I'm choosing hoes the way that I pick and I roll

BG in my soul gussy the bros, ain't do this shit on my own

And I'm drippin sauce
Bitch I just might hit you off lemme get in my zone

I been picking myself up bitch I ain't got time to pick up my phone

I put my foot in these poems

My niggas rockin v lone

These niggas copy be clones

Remember they wasn't liking our songs

Now they wanna hop on our songs

But they ain't gonn rock with me when I tell em the time that I'm on

Ain't stressing no
Next bitch new bitch ex bitch old bitch
Drippin juice my necklace frozen
Execute my x and o's
Gotta keep an effin fn just for my protection woah
We ain't playing games lil nigga that's what we brought a tech in for

When I arrive with the mobb
I get that look from ya chick
Mj gonn throw me the lob
Then Imma dunk on ya bitch

She want bags, gucci
Shorty bad, bougie
Smoking gas, boolin
Keep a mag, shoot it

I Blew a kiss at ya bm f*ck tryna slide in a dm

Most of these bitches be eaters I'm not the guy that'll feed em

Cross faded feeling like a zombie
Suddenly these bitches on my body
If these niggas really out to get me
Tell em it ain't really hard to find me