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Pick Em Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Pick Em Up was released on July 25, 2025 by DoodiBabby as a part of the album FOUND MY PHONE iN 21
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Release DateJuly 25, 2025
LabelDoodiBabby
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DoodiBabby
DoodiBabby
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Bolden
Brandon Bolden
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandon Bolden
Brandon Bolden
Producer

Lyrics

Hey, yo, Koofy, this shit hard
Crawl on (crawl on)
(Seriously) That's an auto
That's an auto, turn it up
Crawl on
**** (Crawl on)
****, and I like McDonald's, ****
I don't want personal plot
My state fuck it, I won't stop, bro
Wasn't thinking about the drive
He ain't give a fuck, still bounce out with those shoes (outside)
I'm a rich sinner
Stupid saying, yo, we gon' start jumping out of spinners
It's better than, honna take his kid, now I'm the winner
But how he ain't tie shoes, and he start trippin'
When he fight that hot shit, then he start it bitchin'
Bro, I pound out the mother lane, should've seen the fuckin' kitchen
Bounce out on no merchant, Bramble got a Vick, I got a 50
And free my five from out the system
I still press five for all my ****
I could be down bad on my dick
If FA caught it, he gon' get it
I done seen **** trip
And they fall, get hit with switches
Bro said, from now on, we get a scar for all our victims
F three, F five, leave him with wishes
We locked in through murder business
We the best killers in the city
All my mom ain't heard of ****
We kill like the Purrs, ****
That's our black Suburban, ****
This ain't the car with the stars on the roof
But if we catch him, it's curtains, ****
She won't fuck cause my Rolly hit
That shit bitch, but she going with it
She fuck me over her man
She say, Fassim, you stroke it different
She don't even think, just try re-bippin'
I'm gonna try and get him smoking a CC
Fuck that, bro, I'm all 60
****, I just dumped two 30 milligrams
20 X with a butt and a Vet, bro
By the first, he know the plan
I'm surgical with it
I still answer every jail call
I be T when I miss him
And, ****, I won't hit your weed if you don't put no C's in it
Bunch of all of them, he dippin'
Turn on the fan, shit sound like a blender
They try to bend in the car, bro
Take out the front bumper and the fenders
****, he is an actor, bro
I don't got no Vicks, ****
He a pretender
****, food, ****
Oh, this ****'s food
You gonna catch him, boy, come in the crib
He ain't a fool
You gonna catch him, boy, come in the crib
You gonna catch him, boy, come in the crib
He's a
Y'all playin' by that door
Yeah, I'm that dude
How many throwin' was two, two
I ain't need people that's three
I know the dropper jump out too
Oh, that's on me, on me
It's been five years in the war, but we still smoke a Hoodoo Mirror
Hit a block and cook a ****, FSYU switching gears
Caught a **** buying breakfast, Science ain't letting him hear it
Ever since I touch a burner, I made **** disappear
We get over, ain't no getting back, this shit is not fair
We love bending blocks, it's in the house, we not the ones to play with
I told Doody we gon' lock him, I not see him here in faces
FS specialty is staying over top and gang raping
Went to war with **** who ain't handle Rick Burrow's statements
Everybody on this song got two bodies in a Switchie
Everybody on this song don't told nothing but it Glizzy
He got cooked for carjacking, that's why I smoke Glizzy
We call what's-his-name Ian Breakfast, we left his toast with him
Written by: Brandon Bolden
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