Pull Up (feat. K-Trap)

Pull up, I came with a army

All of ya ****, they on me

He wanna feel on my body

He wanna eat up the nani

I do not fear anybody

Love to the dearly departed

I don't do half-hearted

I'ma finish what I started

Tell-tell me what really made you think that you could fuck with me

Pretty but I can get ugly

Trust me, I be on some fuckery

Your man thinks I'm a spice, I'm cool and I'm nice

Is that why you ain't thinking twice?

Bitch, I'm on job, need to check out my CV

I ain't into the hype

Man, I used to live a different life

Big trips, plugging bits of white

**** think it's sweet now I'm on the mic

I just like money, I ain't got a type

No bark, but I got bite

Tell me how you **** sleep at night

Hating on a bitch who ain't never had shit but she got her money right

And tell me why these bitches on my dick

Talking 'bout big sis, little sis

All you fake bitches make me sick

Cah I heard you been talking shit

And I know you ain't on bits

Like Fivi' I've got me some big drip

I'm in that 'you can't afford this'

I'm gonna be on the Forbes list

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go

Gimme my dough

No, we ain't cool, we ain't bro

Don't know why you're moving slow

You already know

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go (Okay, okay)

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go (Go, go)

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go (Go, go)

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go

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Pull up, let shit go off (Bow!)

Gimme somethin' black to throw on (Throw on)

Two hands on the ting, I'll hold on

Come, I'll spray it, man, you roll on (Mind out)

Told lil bro, "Don't step with randoms, man, you'll get told on" (Uhh)

Dior, let me try that coat on

Name a strip that I ain't put snow on

Name me a Rollie wetter (Wetter)

LV, no Stoney sweater (Sweater)

Get the drop, no Beretta

Young boy missed, tell him hold his head up

Bankroll big, that's loads of cheddar

Buy that rock, but the yola's better (Yola)

See me in the dance, don't ask if I got it

You should know me better (Huh)

I ain't got bag or bows (Bows)

And if you pay me the bag, I'll go (Coming)

She just wanna gag and choke

Might-might get her the bag at most (Huh)

Feds probably tapped my phone

Cah they're not sure if it's rap or road

Know that is real, no cap involved

You ain't done nothin', just rapping loads (Chatty)

Let shorty lock this fifty, now on the 'Gram she a different person (Bussa)

Ga-gave her cheque, now she in Louis, different purses (Huh)

I just get packs and serve them

Snow from here but this buj is Turkish

I'm in the booth, while flying them birds

Trapping rapper, I'm working

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go

Gimme my dough

No, we ain't cool, we ain't bro

Don't know why you're moving slow

You already know

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go (Okay, okay)

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go (Go, go)

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go (Go, go)

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go

Pull up and let shit go

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