Lil Zay Osama - Pick Yo Homie Up lyrics
Lil Zay Osama [Isaiah Dukes] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Zay Osama - Pick Yo Homie Up lyrics]
(Aye Vibez run that back)
Pick yo homie up pick yo homie up
Pick yo homie up!
Its a dead nigga he a dead nigga!
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock gang
Gang gang
Gang gang
Traffick up 111 his main bitch was lackin'
Big folk scoped her, the opp pulled over
We was finna walk in that bitch and slap her
Folks told me "Just follow the car, "
"Park on the side, don't be too far"
She pumped gas, got back in the car
I'm three cars behind when she pulled off
We tracked her all the way to the crib
She walked right in the crib
I was finna hop out and do dat bitch
Big folk say don't do dat shit
Now we on our way to the crib
Grabbin' the Glocks and cigs
Can't sleep 'less we smokin'
They dead homies, and that's what we did!
Gang, now his homie head he only got one L
Couple months before we clapped his homie
Yea I'm talm' bout L's uh
Now that he talkin' to feds
Shoulda' been prepared
He was gonna die from cancer anyway
Shoulda' been stopped smoking squares
Bitch we stand on business
Trigger finger itchin'
Don't get close to me cause I'll get nervous
I'll get to blickin' june wimme itchin'
Toon wimme itchin'
Shordy woulda' been dead if we ain't
Catch em inside Planet Fitness, glaaa
Fonem on that car man that bitch too tinted
Naw he ain't worth nothin'
So we smoke em up out that dollar Swisher
Shordy ain't no factor
When we catch em, smack em put it on Insta
They said they gon' get up wimme
But they never get up wimme
I'm on Roosevelt in Bentley's
Lil James grippin, you know he wimme
Ain't no rapper like me in the city
High speed after the 50 empty
Smokin' za till the bag empty
Bet a nigga won't remember them memories
Face shot him now he out of his misery
Ski mask on, won't know my identity
Ha ha haha Uh bitch, now laugh at that
Bitch, now laugh at that
Bitch, now laugh at that yo homie dead, dead
Now you mad at that bitch, now laugh at that
Go pick yo homie up, gone laugh at that gang
Knocked em out of his misery
Bitch you wanna know my identity
Pick yo homie up pick yo homie up
Pick yo homie up!
Its a dead nigga he a dead nigga!
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock gang
Gang gang
Gang gang
Traffick up 111 his main bitch was lackin'
Big folk scoped her, the opp pulled over
We was finna walk in that bitch and slap her
Folks told me "Just follow the car, "
"Park on the side, don't be too far"
She pumped gas, got back in the car
I'm three cars behind when she pulled off
We tracked her all the way to the crib
She walked right in the crib
I was finna hop out and do dat bitch
Big folk say don't do dat shit
Now we on our way to the crib
Grabbin' the Glocks and cigs
Can't sleep 'less we smokin'
They dead homies, and that's what we did!
Gang, now his homie head he only got one L
Couple months before we clapped his homie
Yea I'm talm' bout L's uh
Now that he talkin' to feds
Shoulda' been prepared
He was gonna die from cancer anyway
Shoulda' been stopped smoking squares
Bitch we stand on business
Trigger finger itchin'
Don't get close to me cause I'll get nervous
I'll get to blickin' june wimme itchin'
Toon wimme itchin'
Shordy woulda' been dead if we ain't
Catch em inside Planet Fitness, glaaa
Fonem on that car man that bitch too tinted
Naw he ain't worth nothin'
So we smoke em up out that dollar Swisher
Shordy ain't no factor
When we catch em, smack em put it on Insta
They said they gon' get up wimme
But they never get up wimme
I'm on Roosevelt in Bentley's
Lil James grippin, you know he wimme
Ain't no rapper like me in the city
High speed after the 50 empty
Smokin' za till the bag empty
Bet a nigga won't remember them memories
Face shot him now he out of his misery
Ski mask on, won't know my identity
Ha ha haha Uh bitch, now laugh at that
Bitch, now laugh at that
Bitch, now laugh at that yo homie dead, dead
Now you mad at that bitch, now laugh at that
Go pick yo homie up, gone laugh at that gang
Knocked em out of his misery
Bitch you wanna know my identity