flick it up w/ ab-soul & reason

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Got a new Bic, I flick it up
Big middle finger, I flick it up
Oh no, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a damn
I fuck yo wife live on Instagram
She wanna make a movie, no cinema
She taste just like cinnamon
If he wanna roll up, get smoked like indica
Put him in the dirt right with his mans
Goddamn, everybody know I'm a business man
Money got me walking like Vince McMahon
Swear that my weed so strong
That you would've thought my Mary Jane had a fitness plan
Smoking on bodybuilder
Carry the tool like I'm Bob the Builder
No, I am not a killer
But I'ma shoot if you not familiar
Only la familia in my house, dawg
Too much marijuana for a hound dog
Treat the beat like Southpaw
TDE, where would I be without yall?
Nowhere, we aint finna go there like four flats
I make everybody wonder how he wrote that
You don't think I spit crack, you smoke crack
Might make em freeze for his cheese no kodak
Half these cats living life without no meaning
So I rip right through they Abs and snatch they Souls out for no Reason
 
[Chorus: REASON]
Flick it up
I done worked hard, ain't did enough
Got a new bitch, ain't thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Nigga flow sick, ain't sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain't thick enough
Tell her drop down, then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up
 
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Nigga, who? (Soulo), nigga, what? (Yeah)
Your jaw just dropped, ma, pick it up
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
I got at least infinity flows, abstract, asshole
Ab-Soul infinity stone, end game for my enemy, yo (Hah)
Pen game Incredible Hulk, big fangs, incredible bark
Big dawg on T-O-P, R-A-P G-O-D
Wait, this shit is easy as winning a spelling bee spellin' the letter B (Ayy)
H-I-P H-O-P S-A-V-E-D me, man
Amazing grace
You made your bed and I made my plate (Eat)
Fuck is you thinkin'? Benjamin Franklin
Face to face to face to face
Face the fact
'Fore I hit stages, all of my wages minimum
Then I dropped the track that made 'em feel me like a cinema (Oh)
How 'bout that?
Now I'm just killing 'em, grave so low, can't dig it up
Where your casket at?
Look at my bitch, ass so fat, can't pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick it up (Pick it up), pick it up (Pick it up)
Pick up the pacemaker
Your heart ain't strong enough, brain ain't smart enough
Gang ain't hard enough, dollars ain't long enough
Promise I'm droppin' a gem, you should
 
[Chorus: REASON]
Flick it up
I done worked hard, ain't did enough
Got a new bitch, ain't thick enough
New new whip, gotta flick it up
Flick it up, flick it up
Nigga flow sick, ain't sick enough
Got a new bitch, ain't thick enough
Tell her drop down, then pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up

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ClydeCyrus
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