Blow the Pickle (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Blow the whistle
 Blow the whistle
 Blow the whistle
 Tay Kieth, fuck these niggas up
 Ayy, it cost to live like this, you heard me?
 Ayy, blow the whistle
 How'd this bitch get in such a pickle?
 Choppa gonna erase a nigga up, like a pencil
 Cute face, fat ass, with some dimples
 Man, I'm bleeding on this bitch, like a minstrel
 Spin that ass, like the fan on the ceiling
 No Popeyes, bitch, I'm getting chicken
 She wanna fuck 'cause a young nigga tripping
 Put the dick in her out, man, her tooth ain't got fillings
 AMB, independent
 Scream my name when I'm in it
 Jumping out the gym, man, I feel like Blake Griffin
 Bitch, I go ham, I ain't talking Thanksgiving
 Getting head, like I'm fitted
 Get the cash, then I'm dipping
 Is it me, or is it you?
 You can tell if she's a..., got her name in her hoops
 Chilling with the gang that got bitches in the coupe
 Fell in love with the dank, she blow the dick like a flute
 Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
 She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
 Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
 Don't worry about me, worry about you (Okay)
 I'ma do what I do
 Bitch, I'm the truth
 They tell me I'm greedy, I'ma need you, you, and you
 They come when I'm leaving, only two seats in the coupe
 Come fuck with the leader, I heard your nigga is a loser
 Baby girl a chooser
 Not about my music
 Nigga talking shit, don't get your baby daddy bruised up
 We just had a couple shots and now she's getting in the mood to fuck
 Tryna beat it up, I ain't in the mood for love
 So fuck your Valentine
 I'm your busy nigga, I don't have the time
 It's difficult enough tryna balance mine
 In the club and I'm standing on the couch
 When we go back to the crib, I'm tryna put it in your mouth
 Is it me, or is it you?
 You can tell if she's a..., got her name in her hoops
 Chilling with the gang that got bitches in the coupe
 Fell in love with the dank, she blow the dick like a flute
 Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
 She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
 Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
 Don't worry about me, worry about you
 I'ma do what I do
 Fell in love with the loot
 Follow the leader, you only tough in a group
 Balling on niggas, I'm MVP when I hoop
 I'm fucking her good, I beat the pussy until it's noon
 Blow the whistle, blow the pickle
 Shake that ass, make it clap, make it wiggle
 Is it me, or is it you?
 You can tell if she's a..., got her name in her hoops
 Chilling with the gang that got bitches in the coupe
 Fell in love with the dank, she blow the dick like a flute
 Timberland, man, I give a bitch a boot
 She wanna rock on the cock like a nigga Uncle Luke
 Bitch, I'm too hot, they gotta blow me like some soup
 Don't worry about me, worry about you
 I'ma do what I do
 Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Bitch!