Quavo feat. Migos - ATL

Pull Up

Say what? Say what?

Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

Park the whip (park it)
Start the whip (start it)
Pop the shift (pop it)
Fuck on your bitch
She lovin' the click (lovin' it)
I play with her clit (play with it)
She picking that bag, I make her go work and pay her in dick

My cars are tint (tinted)
Put the stars in vics
No flaws, cars fit in my garage, about to ménage a bitch
I got her number, got head from her, never gon call the bitch
Double R ghost with the stars in the ceiling, foot out the window with the wrist, fuck em up
No need to talk, they know what the deal is
Don't fuck with the kid
I pull up and shoot at your wig and your kids
You fuck with the pigs
Niggas know who, niggas know you
You told them who, bringing the crew
Boom Boom
Kick down your door bo-boom

Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up

Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

Parked the Bentley on the curb
Diamonds came out the earth (ice)
Her pussy water wanna (drip, splash)
Her pussy water wanna surf (water)
Auntie gotta pack of percs (Auntie)
Put a nigga on a shirt (go)
He pulled up and he hopped out, but I had to shoot a nigga first
Took a bitch from the bottom
Name a pack I done bought em
I met the plug at Ramada,
Put the packs in the columns
Mac & Cheese no collards, Big Mac no Whopper
Macintosh no Apple,
MAC-11 for the hackers

Hop out the robotic, this how I go bout it
Migos pulled up with Dracos I don't low ride em
Yeah he a man but the stick bout to hole wide em
Stick to the code, who got shot, I don't know bout it
Who, huh we sellin' bombs, Saddam
I smell more millions to come
We spend a hundred for fun

Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up

Credits
Writer(s): Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Quavious Marshall, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Kyle Myricks, Jonathan Demario Priester
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