Pull Up
Feel like Pop Smoke
Welcome to the party
Pop a senzu bean
Bitch we up in the fuckery
My homies keep it tucked
Pull up with an army
You want the beef
We bring it like Harvey's
Say goodbye to your mom
Man good luck Charlie
We never talk
Just aim that forty
I was in a trio
Had to move on my dole
If Sweezy want smoke
Better come show me
He want the smoke
I leave his vision starry
Leave rings in that boy
Not talkin' calamari
I'm d-u-i
Not Charles Barkley
I been drinking all night Bacardi
Need a new bottle not sippin' lightly
Pull up to your country
Gotta skip the id
Ask me if i'm lit
Said bitch i might be
Bitch i might be
We gon' pull up to your city boy
We ain't with that talkin' shit
We want that smoke boy
We want that action, shit
We gon let it off
If you really bout clapping shit
Whatchu gon' do when we come around
They gon' fuckin' bounce
When we pull up to the club
Bitch you know we lit
When we pull up to the spot
Know we toting sticks
They gon' fuckin' bounce
When we pull up to they spot
Know we toting sticks
Know i keep it tucked uh
Walk in the party
Big glizzy on me
Bitch i'm going buck
Just copped an oz
Bitch we smoking by the pound
Pull up we put you in the ground
Glizzy long fill you up with rounds uh
Don't make a sound
When we pull up with sticks
Don't make a sound
When i unload this clip
You gon' feel it all
In your mothafuckin' head
Search for the body
Find it filled up with lead
Dash the fuckin' mag never count up a hit
But to me that's only 3 clips
One bullet in each head
Thats 33 filled up with lead
We keep shooting till the block all red
Step over each body call it walking dead
Hold On, Okay
I been on a mission to get my bands up
Don't play with the money
I got the nine tucked
Tell you man we selling smoke like let go
When he leave baby lets go
Anyone test Jat know i'm showing up
We showing out,
Spin the block like a roundabout
What they gon' do
They gon' fuckin' bounce
When we pull up to the club
Bitch you know we lit
When we pull up to the spot
Know we toting sticks
They gon' fuckin' bounce
When we pull up to they spot
Know we toting sticks
Know i keep it tucked uh
Walk in the party
Big glizzy on me
Bitch i'm going buck
Just copped an oz
Bitch we smoking by the pound
Pull up we put you in the ground
Glizzy long fill you up with rounds uh
Don't make a sound
When we pull up with sticks
Don't make a sound
When i unload this clip
You gon' feel it all
In your mothafuckin' head
Search for the body
Find it filled up with lead
Welcome to the party
Pop a senzu bean
Bitch we up in the fuckery
My homies keep it tucked
Pull up with an army
You want the beef
We bring it like Harvey's
Say goodbye to your mom
Man good luck Charlie
We never talk
Just aim that forty
I was in a trio
Had to move on my dole
If Sweezy want smoke
Better come show me
He want the smoke
I leave his vision starry
Leave rings in that boy
Not talkin' calamari
I'm d-u-i
Not Charles Barkley
I been drinking all night Bacardi
Need a new bottle not sippin' lightly
Pull up to your country
Gotta skip the id
Ask me if i'm lit
Said bitch i might be
Bitch i might be
We gon' pull up to your city boy
We ain't with that talkin' shit
We want that smoke boy
We want that action, shit
We gon let it off
If you really bout clapping shit
Whatchu gon' do when we come around
They gon' fuckin' bounce
When we pull up to the club
Bitch you know we lit
When we pull up to the spot
Know we toting sticks
They gon' fuckin' bounce
When we pull up to they spot
Know we toting sticks
Know i keep it tucked uh
Walk in the party
Big glizzy on me
Bitch i'm going buck
Just copped an oz
Bitch we smoking by the pound
Pull up we put you in the ground
Glizzy long fill you up with rounds uh
Don't make a sound
When we pull up with sticks
Don't make a sound
When i unload this clip
You gon' feel it all
In your mothafuckin' head
Search for the body
Find it filled up with lead
Dash the fuckin' mag never count up a hit
But to me that's only 3 clips
One bullet in each head
Thats 33 filled up with lead
We keep shooting till the block all red
Step over each body call it walking dead
Hold On, Okay
I been on a mission to get my bands up
Don't play with the money
I got the nine tucked
Tell you man we selling smoke like let go
When he leave baby lets go
Anyone test Jat know i'm showing up
We showing out,
Spin the block like a roundabout
What they gon' do
They gon' fuckin' bounce
When we pull up to the club
Bitch you know we lit
When we pull up to the spot
Know we toting sticks
They gon' fuckin' bounce
When we pull up to they spot
Know we toting sticks
Know i keep it tucked uh
Walk in the party
Big glizzy on me
Bitch i'm going buck
Just copped an oz
Bitch we smoking by the pound
Pull up we put you in the ground
Glizzy long fill you up with rounds uh
Don't make a sound
When we pull up with sticks
Don't make a sound
When i unload this clip
You gon' feel it all
In your mothafuckin' head
Search for the body
Find it filled up with lead
Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Jardenico
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