Pick Your Poison Lyrics – Rob49

Read the full Pick Your Poison lyrics by Rob49 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Rob49’s music, you can also explore Honest and Get The Picture, two other songs by Rob49.

[Intro]
Yeah (Go crazy), uh
(Whew) You recording? (Whew, whew)
I’m rolling (Go crazy)
Cut the vibe to this (Ah, I sure can, go crazy) yeah
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my n!gga Doe, bah, yeah)

[Chorus]
You tryna cry in New England or New Orleans? (What you doing? Yeah)
Huh, you tryna cry in a Nissan or a ‘Rari? (Or that ‘Rari car)
Huh, you tryna cry in G-Shocks or a Carti’? (Or that Carti’ watch)
Yeah, you tryna fu*k a boss or your stalker? (What you doing?)

Yeah, you tryna fu*k a runner or a baller? (Or a baller, b!tch)
Yeah, you tryna be a bum or a boss b!tch? (I bet a boss b!tch, huh?)
Huh, you tryna cry on houses or apartments? (I bet them houses, huh?)
Yeah, you tryna cry in Miami or Milwaukee? (I bet Skyami, huh?)
Yeah, you tryna cry in Saint Lucia or Saint Thomas? (What you doing? Yeah)
Huh, huh, you tryna cry in a Buick or a Barbara’s? (Ayy, that Barbara’s, yeah)
You tryna live at home or a coffin? (Pu*sy, yeah)
If I was you, pu*sy, I’d stop that talking, huh (Hoo)

[Refrain]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (Yeah, huh, huh, huh)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (Yeah, huh, huh, huh)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (Yeah, huh, huh, huh)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (Yeah, alright, huh, huh)

[Verse]
Yeah, I done counted the green so long, my thumb look just like a fu*king pickle, yeah
I ain’t leaving the studio, we in Houston, tell (??), “Bring the strippers”, yeah
She tell me she on the game, but I like it, baby, I’ll play it with you (S*it)
She ain’t putting on no Jordans, my b!tch bossed up in Chanel (??) (Alright)
N!gga, fu*k Comme des Garçons, I can’t come cheap, I’m dripped in the Chrome (For real)
Ten thousand for these Givenchy pants and I can’t put this s*it back on, n!gga (At all)
I don’t get high off weed, when they looked, they had pills in my lungs, yeah (Pills in my lungs)
I ain’t even tryna get killed, still got a pill powder on my tongue (Hoo), yeah (Yeah, yeah)
My ho so full of anger

I’m going out with my banger
Maybach backed in at the hanger
You don’t need keys for this b!tch to crank up
Young don dada, Ronald Reagan
I remember hoes who was tryna play me
Now I’m saying, “Who tryna have my baby?” Hoo

[Refrain]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (Yeah, huh, huh, huh)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (Yeah, huh, huh, huh)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (Yeah, huh, huh, huh)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (Yeah, alright, huh, huh, yeah)

[Chorus]
You tryna cry in New England or New Orleans? (What you doing? Yeah)
Huh, huh, you tryna cry in a Buick or a Barbara’s? (Ayy, that Barbara’s, yeah)
You tryna live at home or a coffin? (Pu*sy, yeah)
If I was you, pu*sy, I’d stop that talking, huh (Hoo)