Pull Up
I've been throwing parties every night
Splurge on every bottle son
I never do it light
Four AM the party is over
They're all going home
But I'm going to fuck a model off of Coke
And then I'll start recording
Yeah
That's what you call a hit
I got twenty four hours a day
I work through all of it
When I'm tired I take a nap
Remember all the shit I dreamed about
And wake up a second later to follow it Son
Yeah
Jenny knows that I'm going to blow
Back when I was bagging Coke and never let her know
She pulled up on me in her Lexus
I pulled a rose out of my Benz
And gave it to her said it enjoy it though
I'm always asking
About your mother
Hope she's feeling better
Do you want the Fendi bag or the Givenchy sweater
Do you want another song before we get together
I sent you a voice a note and you kept it
I said I fuck with you heavy
You replied saying Why
I said You're genuine B
I really fuck with your style
That was 11 pm
That was before FaceTime
That was before our conversation went an hour and fifteen
I'm spiting
Smoother game then I ever did
I'm going to pull up on you after this record
You look so sexy in bed with
A striped tank and no makeup
Full lips no injections
These bitches craving a ah
These bitches craving attention
And now you're asking me questions like
How many times I've made a promise to women
But I don't promise them shit
I might sound cocky a bit
People look up Les Beaux Démons and realize it's my shit
They recognize I'm legit
I don't give a fuck bout your friends
I got some friends in the Pin
My bigger homies a Brim
BOP OG
Look him up though
You could look up though
Real Los Scandalous cut throat
I ain't blood though
Yeah
That doesn't mean I ain't a thug though
Get the bat handle and fuck you up though
Son
Because there's six million ways to die son
Choose one
I might have to pull up
But if I pull up
It'll be a mess mess mess
She's going to let me pull up
And when I pull up
We're going to make a mess mess mess
I got another text at Four Twenty Nine
You asked me how I pay my bills and I don't want to lie
I don't want to tell you about turning a seven to a nine
And a nine to fourteen grams and double by tonight
I don't
I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be labeled
I don't want to be dubbed
I don't want to sell dope
I don't want to be the bloody hands of an overdose
But this is the life that I chose
Because I was more than just broke girl
I was just in a home
I heard my mother help my dad alone at four in the morning
I leave my room while I'm yawning to see what's going on
And that was moment before Lymphoma turned my dream to chore
Because I'm the older brother
I'm the man of the house
I can't recall the last moment that I sat on a couch
Every time i think I'm tired
I remember the second I googled up my father's diagnosis
And I swear to God that I was hopeless
Thinking why'd he put this on us
Shelly crying on my shoulders
I'll be damned if my own father doesn't witness what he brought up
I'm going to make it I'm starving
I couldn't send this in a text it won't do justice
I'm sorry but you should understand me
Because I'm going to win a Grammy
I'm going to get a mansion
I talked to God I planned it
He wouldn't ever give me obstacles I couldn't handle
Could give a fuck about these bitches
I'm trying to have me a family
So I'm going to pull up after baby
I might have to pull up
But if I pull up
It'll be a mess mess mess
She's going to let me pull up
And when I pull up
We're going to make a mess mess mess
Splurge on every bottle son
I never do it light
Four AM the party is over
They're all going home
But I'm going to fuck a model off of Coke
And then I'll start recording
Yeah
That's what you call a hit
I got twenty four hours a day
I work through all of it
When I'm tired I take a nap
Remember all the shit I dreamed about
And wake up a second later to follow it Son
Yeah
Jenny knows that I'm going to blow
Back when I was bagging Coke and never let her know
She pulled up on me in her Lexus
I pulled a rose out of my Benz
And gave it to her said it enjoy it though
I'm always asking
About your mother
Hope she's feeling better
Do you want the Fendi bag or the Givenchy sweater
Do you want another song before we get together
I sent you a voice a note and you kept it
I said I fuck with you heavy
You replied saying Why
I said You're genuine B
I really fuck with your style
That was 11 pm
That was before FaceTime
That was before our conversation went an hour and fifteen
I'm spiting
Smoother game then I ever did
I'm going to pull up on you after this record
You look so sexy in bed with
A striped tank and no makeup
Full lips no injections
These bitches craving a ah
These bitches craving attention
And now you're asking me questions like
How many times I've made a promise to women
But I don't promise them shit
I might sound cocky a bit
People look up Les Beaux Démons and realize it's my shit
They recognize I'm legit
I don't give a fuck bout your friends
I got some friends in the Pin
My bigger homies a Brim
BOP OG
Look him up though
You could look up though
Real Los Scandalous cut throat
I ain't blood though
Yeah
That doesn't mean I ain't a thug though
Get the bat handle and fuck you up though
Son
Because there's six million ways to die son
Choose one
I might have to pull up
But if I pull up
It'll be a mess mess mess
She's going to let me pull up
And when I pull up
We're going to make a mess mess mess
I got another text at Four Twenty Nine
You asked me how I pay my bills and I don't want to lie
I don't want to tell you about turning a seven to a nine
And a nine to fourteen grams and double by tonight
I don't
I don't want to be judged
I don't want to be labeled
I don't want to be dubbed
I don't want to sell dope
I don't want to be the bloody hands of an overdose
But this is the life that I chose
Because I was more than just broke girl
I was just in a home
I heard my mother help my dad alone at four in the morning
I leave my room while I'm yawning to see what's going on
And that was moment before Lymphoma turned my dream to chore
Because I'm the older brother
I'm the man of the house
I can't recall the last moment that I sat on a couch
Every time i think I'm tired
I remember the second I googled up my father's diagnosis
And I swear to God that I was hopeless
Thinking why'd he put this on us
Shelly crying on my shoulders
I'll be damned if my own father doesn't witness what he brought up
I'm going to make it I'm starving
I couldn't send this in a text it won't do justice
I'm sorry but you should understand me
Because I'm going to win a Grammy
I'm going to get a mansion
I talked to God I planned it
He wouldn't ever give me obstacles I couldn't handle
Could give a fuck about these bitches
I'm trying to have me a family
So I'm going to pull up after baby
I might have to pull up
But if I pull up
It'll be a mess mess mess
She's going to let me pull up
And when I pull up
We're going to make a mess mess mess
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Writer(s): Shaun Khalili
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