Pullin Up
Icewear Vezzo, Snap Dogg, Coca Vango
Hahaha big Jerm on the track
Ha ha haha pull up, pull up, pull up
Do it woo-ow
Pull up on your block with the (Woo)
Bustin' out the top with the (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
I'ma blow a whole check like (Woo)
Put some respect on it (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Pullin' up on your bitch with the (Woo)
All my niggas with the shifts like (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up up, yeah
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up up, yeah
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
I'ma pull up in a two seater
Button down with a wifebeater
Bad bitch, she a maneater
I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch
I'm a cash-getter
Why you trippin' bout the bitch? Get the bag
Nigga real fast, nigga, do the dash, nigga
We ain't finished school, never
Went to class, nigga
He say that he the man, but
He livin' in the past, yeah
Pull up on them pussy niggas, yeah
We gotta show them pussy niggas, yeah
New bougie bad bitch, long hair
Them niggas hate me, but the game ain't fair
Pull up on your block with the (Woo)
Bustin' out the top with the (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
I'ma blow a whole check like (Woo)
Put some respect on it (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Pullin' up on your bitch with the (Woo)
All my niggas with the shifts like (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up up, yeah
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up up, yeah
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Yeah, what? Pull up in a Lyft (yeah)
Came up off white girl, call it Taylor Swift
(Okay)
Ten packs on me, walkin' out of Sak's Fifth
(What)
Shittin' on these rappers, call me JR Smith
(Whoa) oh oh
Money ain't an issue
I be callin' plays like an official
Let that forty blow like a whistle
Hit 'em in the stomach, chest tissue
Do we have a problem?
Dishin' off the work, I'm Magic Johnson
(Let's go)
I know the opps watchin' (They watchin')
Paint a nigga head like Dennis Rodman (yeah)
Pull up on your block, what that mob like?
(Mob like)
Big chopstick, knock a nigga house down
(Bow, bow)
Yeah, all my niggas on, yeah, we hot now
(Hot now)
Red zones, got spots right on Carlyle
Uh (Uh) , big Benz, goin' apeshit (Goin' apeshit)
Mix the yay with the soda, that's a cake mix
(Skrt) nigga, all this jewelry real
I don't fake shit (I don't fake shit)
All I do is cook dope and I make hit's
(And I make hit's)
If it's on me, then it's on me, nigga
Both ways (yeah)
Yeah, roll these so big, take up both lanes
(yeah) yeah, all white Benz like cocaine
(Like cocaine)
All I do is talk gas, nigga, propane, uh
Pull up on your block with the (Woo)
Bustin' out the top with the (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
I'ma blow a whole check like (Woo)
Put some respect on it (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Pullin' up on your bitch with the (Woo)
All my niggas with the shifts like (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up up, yeah
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up up, yeah
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
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