Pick The Phone Up Freddie Gibbs (Ft. Juicy J)

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah
All my hoes sayin', you know what I'm sayin'?
A nigga acting different, oh, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got the mink stone over the AP, ya bitch
You feel me? Hahahaha

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)
Ayy, pick your phone up (Pick your phone up)
Ayy, put your phone down (Put your phone down)
Uh, knockin' hoes down
Hit me up, baby, I got them hoes now (I got them all now)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I got the, I got the new 911 Carrera, the sport (Woo, the sport)
Took yo' bitch and her friend on a trip
Fucked them hoes on resorts, uh, yeah (Whip it hard)
At the house with the powder, the Pyrex, the soda, the fork
Got some blow for them hoes
On the table, the yayo get snorted
Gettin backie on the Bentley seats
Hoe gon' suck the soul out to finish me (Yeah)
All my old hoes see a different me (Yeah)
Told 'em, "I got rich nigga energy" (Yeah)
Went from A to Z but bitch I been a G (Yeah, yeah)
Choose to love a hoe, get steady, pickin' me
I don't fuck with Lexus or Infiniti (Yeah, yeah)
Tesla run off rich nigga energy, nigga, what?
Yeah, I got the, I got the doggy on deck
Got the dope at the port (Dope at the pork)
At the house with the powder, the Pyrex, the soda, the fork
I just clapped up the witness, them bitches ain't show up in court
I got the, I got the new 911 Carrera, the sport