Pull It Out

If you keep a strap then pull it out
An if you ain't know I'm from the south
So the the bass gone pop no doubt
I'm from the streets so I can make it in the drought

I if you a strap then pull out let me know what you about
Will you stand up
Or will you boul down
Half these rappers just bitchs you should know that by now
An play hard shit no techinal foul

Someone should step in I'll make em look like a cloud know they body missing it will never be Found
Hes 6 feet deep
Yeah
That mean he under the ground
They got my dawg locked up an I ain't talking the pound

If call the shots then I send em live rounds
Your buddies bout to die you should tell him bye now
Smoke like 3 blunts so I'm really high now
You homie wanna push me night night lights out

Oh shit
Man you still be on some hoe
Shit
If get wrong then I'm emptying the hole clip
I go hard hard off the dome I don't need no script
Lately I been kreeping ya I'm on my tippy toe Shit

I'm on my extra
No extra tresteral
An I ain't signing shit unless it come with some decimals
Remember being broke
Use to sleep on a sectional
When money wasn't accessible
Hurngy ever night
That shit wasn't acceptable

If you keep a strap then pull it out
An if you ain't know I'm from the south
So the the bass gone pop no doubt
I'm from the streets so I can make it in the drought



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Writer(s): James Byrd
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