Released: February 3, 2016
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfuckin' budda bless
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Pick 'em up
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
[Verse 1: YUNG $CARECROW]
Bitches at my burial, tryna touch
$lick so grey, no runnin' blood
Skull to feet, he's covered up wit' dead vines, crows and liquid Tuss
$uicidal holocaust
For the dead, I shed a tear
Cut fuckboys from ear to ear, you never see me creeping near
Triple six, Lord Infamous
Dedicate my soul to he, the Scarecrow that had birthed me
Screaming, "Ricky R.I.P."
Creep like Koopsta, trizzy trick
Da Devil's Playground in my head
Live through me 'til I am dead
New Orleans born, but Memphis bred
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfuckin' budda bless
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Pick 'em up
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
[Verse 2: YUNG MUTT]
I know motherfuckers wanna be grey
Burn a cig' in your wrist, cauterize your fucking vein
What a shame fuckboy think he know the game
But he don't know shit
Cut off his head, hand his body to $lick
Told him, "do something with this
Burn him into ash—no, put him in a ditch!"
Put him in the trash, even in death, he ain't shit
Bitchboy didn't even make the motherfucking list, uh
And still Ruby ceases to exist
Whisper in the wind, whisper up on your bitch's lips
Spill two drinks for the demons and sins
I committed to nothing, but I committed nonetheless
Six wishes for death
Holding my breath, I got six digits
No seventh number except for my residence
Bitch, I'm not heaven sent, not sent to heaven
Got sixes and crucifixes, praisethedevil
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfuckin' budda bless
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Pick 'em up
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfuckin' budda bless
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Pick 'em up
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
[Verse 1: YUNG $CARECROW]
Bitches at my burial, tryna touch
$lick so grey, no runnin' blood
Skull to feet, he's covered up wit' dead vines, crows and liquid Tuss
$uicidal holocaust
For the dead, I shed a tear
Cut fuckboys from ear to ear, you never see me creeping near
Triple six, Lord Infamous
Dedicate my soul to he, the Scarecrow that had birthed me
Screaming, "Ricky R.I.P."
Creep like Koopsta, trizzy trick
Da Devil's Playground in my head
Live through me 'til I am dead
New Orleans born, but Memphis bred
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfuckin' budda bless
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Pick 'em up
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
[Verse 2: YUNG MUTT]
I know motherfuckers wanna be grey
Burn a cig' in your wrist, cauterize your fucking vein
What a shame fuckboy think he know the game
But he don't know shit
Cut off his head, hand his body to $lick
Told him, "do something with this
Burn him into ash—no, put him in a ditch!"
Put him in the trash, even in death, he ain't shit
Bitchboy didn't even make the motherfucking list, uh
And still Ruby ceases to exist
Whisper in the wind, whisper up on your bitch's lips
Spill two drinks for the demons and sins
I committed to nothing, but I committed nonetheless
Six wishes for death
Holding my breath, I got six digits
No seventh number except for my residence
Bitch, I'm not heaven sent, not sent to heaven
Got sixes and crucifixes, praisethedevil
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfuckin' budda bless
Pick 'em up
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
Pick 'em up
Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
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