Pull Up

We bout to pull up, we pull up when we wanna thug up
I dont tell em right then I get more fuckin
Let go, let go
Make city, falley, peaching, walley and make me pull up
Maley clean up in the style
Plus Ill put up, every nigga come to me and make believe my nigga gona pull up
Travel, dance he gonna make your bitch just pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Next thing nigga pull up,
Imma hit it from the back, Imma pull up on a nigga with this bitch pussy wetter than a lake
Young Quan got a niga bitgch clown o the sea in the back on the new car, no pay
Got more loud than a parade, no copy but on her face I paste
Host balling this and slurred
Drop the nigga here and they know
Young niga dime me go loud like a?
Young Mula I face, swear to gGod I got a? full with my shoes
Get fuck from my face and pull up to
Make city fallow feature willey make me pull up
Malley cleaner then a stylist as I pull up
Had the nigga in the corner, plus I pul up
Believe my nigga gonna pull up
Trap and dance he gonna make your day
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Make that nigga wanna pull up
Pull up on a nigga in a new car
Then I might pull up on a new car
Fuck one Imma pull up in new gates
Still have money in the shut box
Still got hoes in the South side
I set twenty four make it alright
Talk shit, I shut I wont fight
Ive done a lot of shit they dont know about
And we gota hundred bitches
I dont know why, me and?
With all nine I will be shit thats why they hating
I made it and when they kinda stuggle?
Mad city, falley bitches waley make me pull up
Maaley cleaner then the stag pluss I pull up
Get a nigga go around and tell me
They believe my nigga gonna pull up
Trap and dance he gonna make your bitch pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
I dont know nothing of these nigga
All my nigga they balling, better believe that
And I aint need stunning I need air
But if she ever be they believe in their pull up
Better lay with me, get off your skirt
Try to make it on, pull up, pull up
I dnt know nothing the people done
I dont know, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know
Thats on my style
I just dont remember these niggas
I dont remember these bitches



Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Izquierdo, Jason Joel Desrouleaux, Charlie Otto Puth Jr., Michael Antoine Crooms, William Ernest Lobban Bean
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