Aint Gon Pick Up Lil B

[Intro]
(phone rings)
Man, who is this?
This shit don't ever stop ringing, man
Check it

[Verse 1]
The bitch call my phone like I won't go out
I'm still rounding up these bitches, placking them at the hoe house
I feel so bitter, my mind is a cold winter
I never seen that bitch again and, no, I won't miss her
All this fake manipulation, that past shit, that hoe shit
You can't see, what you can't, fuck, bitch, the door open
I can't be your nigga, and I can't be your man
I feel like I'm too good for these scareless ass bitches
You can call me hurt, betrayed, and I been played
My stomach hurt, my back hurt, and I can't sleep
Sometimes I feel like I got Chrones disease
The devil got a hold on me, btich
I need some roses please, these bitches trying to fold me
I ain't doing 50 years for no lyin-ass bitch
Look at the Central Park 5 wrote the book about us
These bitches is lying

[Chorus]
I ain't go pick up, nah, I ain't go pick up
Nobody gives a fuck so I don't give a fuck
Bitch, I ain't go pick up, bitch, I ain't go pick up
Nigga, I ain't go pick up, nobody gives a fuck so I don't give a fuck