D2R Records & Entertainment Cc, J.Kliss - Picked Up The Ball Lyrics

If I don't like you, than it's fuck it. Yeah
I crashed the whip
We smash the bitch
(Hm)
(Hm)
(Hm)
(Hm)
(Hm)
Look at my magic tricks
Nocap, I'm on my shit
Watch me whip my magic stick
Fucked his boo and now he's sick
I don't have time for silly shit
Yeah
R-I-P, Rest In Peace
I promise I came a long way
We shoot at the deceased
You're not a friend of me
Back in middle school, I used to serve a pound of weed
Now I just smoke dope, I don't sell but it feels cheap
I remember howlin' out, I had a tricky up my sleeve
Try fucking with me (Try fucking with me)
We'll put your ass to sleep
My mom did voudou and it was fucking up my sleep
This entails the me
She loves when I dig her deep
(Yeah)
Picked her up from the streets
Pass it on, she's for the team
I love when she understands my shit, it really makes me feel
I don't know about that last night nig-, he might just need to chill
Gon' head, take a pill
Your dick can't stand up still (Ah, no homo)
I think I need to excuse myself
I shoot above the rim
I'm glad I'm not a crip
Shoutout his last name Tim
I recall you're just a whim
Picked up the ball like Steph
I'm glad I'm not a crip
Shoutout his last name Tim
And I do it for my gang, for my gang, for my gang, let's go

If I don't like you, than it's fuck it. Yeah
I crashed the whip
We smash the bitch
(Hm)
(Hm)
(Hm)
(Hm)
(Hm)
Look at my magic tricks
Nocap, I'm on my shit
Watch me whip my magic stick
Fucked his boo and now he's sick
I don't have time for silly shit
Yeah
R-I-P, Rest In Peace
I promise I came a long way
We shoot at the deceased
You're not a friend of me
Back in middle school, I used to serve a pound of weed
Now I just smoke dope, I don't sell but it feels cheap
I remember howlin' out, I had a tricky up my sleeve
Try fucking with me (Try fucking with me)
We'll put your ass to sleep
My mom did voudou and it was fucking up my sleep
This entails the me
She loves when I dig her deep
(Yeah)
Picked her up from the streets
Pass it on, she's for the team
I love when she understands my shit, it really makes me feel
I don't know about that last night nig-, he might just need to chill
Gon' head, take a pill
Your dick can't stand up still (Ah, no homo)
I think I need to excuse myself
I shoot above the rim
I'm glad I'm not a crip
Shoutout his last name Tim
I recall you're just a whim
Picked up the ball like Steph
I'm glad I'm not a crip
Shoutout his last name Tim
And I do it for my gang, for my gang, for my gang, let's go