Pull Up

Imma' pull up quick
You can't tell me shit
I got racks like this
You got nothing, you quit
Imma' pull up quick
You can't tell me shit
I got racks like this
You got nothing, you quit

I'm on some new shit
Gucci flip flops, new kicks
New bitches, they stunning
The competition running
Imma' a rockstar guy
It's never getting easy
So much love
It's never gonna please me
Mix that Vodka with that new new Hennesy

I ain't listening to haters
Fake ass boys
Fake ass players
I'm on that loyal shit
I need a bitch
That will suck me up
And won't snitch

Imma' pull up quick
You can't tell me shit
I got racks like this
You got nothing, you quit
Imma' pull up quick
You can't tell me shit
I got racks like this
You got nothing, you quit

How you talking money
But you broke as fuck (Broke as fuck)
I've been on my grind I'm steady coming up (Yea, yea)
If you sneak dissing homie better knuckle up
Cold, cold world, but these streets is getting colder bruh
Yea I got that pull like it's tug-of-war
2 bitches touching on each other in Aventador
I ain't with the bull like a matador, I can't do that back and forth
If I grab the laser Imma turn him into particles
Feeling like the chosen one, this must be a prophecy
Treat me like a stencil cause these rappers tryna copy me
People speaking on my name, saying I can't conquer dreams
Fuck em all mentality
I do this by myself because myself the one that I believe
Put in work and dedication
Ain't no way the kid can't make it
Killing everybody in my way, Final Destination
This is Final Fantasy
Gripping on the Buster sword
These limits they ain't breaking me

Imma' pull up quick
You can't tell me shit
I got racks like this
You got nothing, you quit
Imma' pull up quick
You can't tell me shit
I got racks like this
You got nothing, you quit



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Writer(s): Mario Giden, Karl Hamnqvist
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