Pick It Up – Song and Lyrics by A$AP Rocky


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Pick It Up’ by A$AP Rocky. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Rocky or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Hey yo big bro you fucking with that?
Haaa okay cool good job, 1st
That’s my fucking brother right there
Ya dig
Ooh, huh

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Groove
Baby girl watch how you move (What)
I got them Vans on my shoes, ooh (I do)
I pop a pill and I lose, wait
Speed it up (Speed)
Look at them diamonds they eat it up (Eat)
Got me two bitches, I eat it up (You what?)
I’m thinking of wifing and deleting them (Yeah), ah-wait ooh
Pints in call up Rocket, ooh (Ah-what)
My brother plug like a socket, ooh
Kick in this door, yeah I got it (Yeah)
Open the safe, you can’t lock it, ooh (Ah-what)
Sipping that Wok, yeah I go to the top
Buss on yo bitch like a Glock, ooh
She like to suck on my clock, ooh (Yeah)
I get the money, don’t stop

Nah I’m saying
Like I, I, I know you like this beat too
But you a fucking goofy tho (fucking lame ass nigga)
Oh wait, ooh

Word around, word around, word around town (Bitch)
I heard this boy was a clown, ooh (Was a clown)
Swim in yo bitch once I drown, ooh (I do)
Calling my plug for the pound, wait
Odd Future, yeah it’s right on my clothes
Bad bitch, yeah I watch her do coke (What)
Broke as hell I used to sleep on the floor (Ooh, yeah)
I never do it no more, ooh (Ah-what)
Tellin’ you broke it’s no joke, ooh
I used to kick in that door (Kick in that door)
Wait, now I’m selling out them shows
Water on my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh (What)
Hold on lil’ mami you tweakin’ (Baby you tweakin’)
A bad bitch, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican), huh
Get her off molly she geeking
Call up your friends we’ll be set for the weekend

Y’know waht I’m sayin?
Like, no no no
We can only chill for a weekend
Then you gotta go
Tell your friend too
(I’m one of the prettiest motherfuckers you’ve ever seen)

Order VLONE, color orange mango label
Rotary phone (whew) in my old school Mercedes
Smoke OG Grown (whew) when I’m Californicating
I got 3 phones, business, conversation, and relation
Hol’ up, wait a sec’, wait a min’, wait a tic
Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist
Four finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist
Talk to the hand, don’t wanna resort to the hands
What the face say to the fist
(I’m Rick James, bitch!)

Ha, funny as shit
A fifth of the tab
Suck on her tits
Go back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the ‘Flix

Speed it up, speed it up, speed it (Up)
Just did this track and I beat it (Up)
Acne my jacket from Sweden (Huh)
My chicks don’t exactly know English (Uhhh)
They ain’t about that action of no beefing (uh)
I might as well go back to vegan (uh)
My shit might go Platinum first week (uh)
Play this shit back and repeat it (uh)
Word around, word of mouth, word around town
You the one doin’ all the murder ’round town
Pullin up, shootin, leave the burna Downtown
Shoot it like the birdy cause they all fly South
Whippin’, whippin’, whippin’ the wrists
I’m fucking your bitch and I’m up in your fridge
I only tell stories tuck in the kids
So how in the f*ck can they f*ck with the kid

Ha, funny as shit
I was missing a bit
I’m back in my bag
Back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the ‘Flix