Pick Up the Phone by Young Thug Lyrics Meaning – Unraveling the Vibrations of Desperation and Dedication
Lyrics
Ooh, Thugger, yeah
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yeah
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up (yeah)
Just to fuck her and show her (just to fuck her)
I just went, got my dough up (I just went got my dough up)
Pullin’ off and I’m gone (skrrt, skrrt)
Then I go and pour four up (then I go and up a four)
Then I roll up that roll up (roll up, roll up)
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up (callin’ your hoe up)
(Like, brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you’re home, baby, ooh (it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Never will I cheat on you (yeah)
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you (yeah)
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up MR2 (ooh, yeah)
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’ (brr)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you’re home, baby, ooh (it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Pour up a four of that Actavis (Act’)
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did (woo)
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz (hey)
I stacked it up, now I’m just better livin’ (cash)
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it (ha)
I’m fuckin’ this cash, I’m not celibate (ha)
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend (whoa)
I need all this cash, I got hella kids (woo)
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle (yeah, yeah)
Back the fuck up, you too little (whoa, whoa)
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller (yeah, yeah)
I don’t talk to no man in the middle (uh-uh)
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’ (I swear)
But I did pay my sister’s tuition (woo)
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery (yeah)
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston (whoa)
Mama told me I’m her brightest star (yeah)
Mama told me don’t hate on the law (ow)
Because everybody got a job (what?)
Because everybody won’t be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part (swear, swear, swear)
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy (like, brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you’re home, baby, ooh (it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up MR2
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you (ayy, ayy)
I like the way you be freezin’ (Quavo)
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone (home Alone)
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong (I was wrong)
I hate when we fight (hate)
She in love with the pipe (pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don’t take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice (Celine)
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on four and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m lovin’ all races (all races)
Hell nah, don’t discriminize (no)
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes (skrrt)
If I ever call your phone, baby
Best believe it’s only one time (brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you’re home, baby, ooh (it’s lit)
I’m in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin’ a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I’ma pull up and murk too
Hittin’ the block and I’m bleedin’
Throwin’ that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin’ (like, brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby (like, brrt)
(Like, brrt)
I’m in the zone, baby
Pick up the phone, baby (like, brrt)
(Like, brrt)
I’m in the zone, baby
In the grand tapestry of hip-hop, each thread represents a narrative, a cry, a celebration. Few songs weave these threads as deftly as ‘Pick Up the Phone’, the 2016 trap anthem crafted by Young Thug, featuring Travis Scott and Quavo. At first glance, it might seem a straightforward call to a lover to simply answer the phone. But is that all there is to this hypnotic hook and layered narrative?
Dive beneath the surface of its melodic beckoning, and you discover a complex exploration of modern communication, relationships, and the very sense of self in the face of rejection. To truly understand ‘Pick Up the Phone’, one must disentangle the lyrics and their multiple implications, where each verse contributes to a portrayal of emotional vulnerability and braggadocio.
The Cry of Connectivity in the Modern Era
The chorus of ‘Pick Up the Phone’ doesn’t just capture the frustration of an unanswered call; it encapsulates the modern angst of disconnectedness in a hyper-connected world. In an age where being left on read or ignored can be misconstrued as a sign of disinterest or disrespect, Young Thug taps into a universal anxiety.
The repetitive nature of the request to ‘Pick up the phone, baby’ serves as a modern-day S.O.S., a signal flare shot into the void of digital communication. It illustrates a desperate need for human interaction and the affirmation that comes with it – a litmus test of one’s significance in another’s life.
A Tale of Disloyalty and Devotion
The dichotomy of back-and-forth between boasts of infidelity and declarations of loyalty lays bare the paradox that often exists in modern love. The lyric ‘Never will I cheat on you / Never will I commit treason’ could be seen as a proclamation of faithfulness, juxtaposed sharply with the earlier verses that suggest a casual approach to relationships.
What Thug confronts us with is the complex nature of attachment and the human penchant for contradiction. Are these promises of devotion true, or just sweet nothings meant to appease? The track plays with this ambiguity, perhaps as a reflection of Young Thug’s own internal grappling with fidelity and love.
A Symphony of Substance and Swag
The swagger embedded in the lyrics of ‘Pick Up the Phone’ is undeniable. Young Thug and his collaborators parade their financial success and lavish lifestyles with references to luxury cars, expensive watches, and indulging in lean—the famed purple drink.
Yet this ostentatious show is more than braggadocio; it is a cultural assertion of success against the backdrop of struggle, a common theme in hip-hop. The flaunting is as much about resilience as it is about opulence, a testament to overcoming and thriving against the odds.
The Song’s Hidden Meaning: A Meditation on Success
Woven into the fabric of ‘Pick Up the Phone’ is a subtler narrative—one of personal achievement amidst adversity. The line ‘I feel lucky, I should play the lottery’ isn’t just a throwaway. It reflects a sense of fortune amid chaos, acknowledging the capriciousness of fate and the role it plays in success.
Furthermore, paying his sister’s tuition and reflecting on his mother’s advice suggest a depth of character behind the celebratory veneer. These lines invite us to consider that beyond the immediate plea for communication, there’s a deeper story of responsibility and growth.
Immortal Lines: The Ones We Can’t Forget
‘Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight’ – Young Thug and company manage to infuse their work with memorable one-liners that bridge humor, cultural references, and introspection. This particular line is a vivid juxtaposition, a blending of the gritty trap life with the smooth, soulful ballads of an R&B legend.
It’s lines like these that cement ‘Pick Up the Phone’ in the collective consciousness, creating images that last long after the melody fades. The song’s replay value isn’t just in its catchy hooks but also in its lyrical creativity, which continues to strike a chord with listeners years later.
