Pull Up !

I pull up to tha spot
And best believe this glock gon pop
No soda can, I gotta glock
She wanna fight, and suck my cock
She wanna ride, can't hop in my car
And this glock gon send you the sky, to heaven
Uh nigga I ain't playing, I'm raising hell, go super saiyan
Uh how can you play me
No you can't do that anymore
Try again you stupid hoe
You gon be dead on tha floor
Yeah I ain't playing, how can you play me
I ain't do nothing to you, Yeah i ain't playing
How tha fuck you do this to me

Yeah nigga Im hot like fries
You is a hoe got railed by 5 guys
I got a glock on like right by my side
You cannot be me, so why try
Get out my face, cant do this nomo
Get out my face, cant do this nomo
Smoking this weed, moving in slow mo
Leave her body red just like she Elmo
Yeah nigga I speed up the tempo
Nigga Im balling like Antetokounmpo
You want some smoke, shoot thru the front door
You is a hoe tryna sneak out the window
And yeah this glock get to bussin
I heard you was tryna fuck on my cousin
Guess what hoe, he's not going
And you nasty end of discussion

I pull up to the spot
And best believe this glock gon pop
No soda can, I gotta glock
She wanna fight, and suck my cock
She wanna ride, can't get in my car
And this glock gon send you to the sky, to heaven
Uh nigga I ain't playing, I'm raising hell, go super saiyan
Yeah nigga and I ain't playing
Life's a joke, it's not amazing
Dealing with trolls, that shit is so fazing
Y'all niggas weird, so immature
Y'all niggas be weird
Y'all niggas be gay, yall niggas be queers
Stupid ass white boy better back up
You can call me a racist but I don't give a fuck
Imagine saying nigga and you not even black

But y'all not ready for that
And I got that glock, yeah i'm on attack
I see yo girl nigga I'm blowing her back
And she can't run cause she not doing track
I pop me a pill best believe I relax
I'm snapping his knee best believe he collapse
Super tall, Great Khali, oh my
And when I fuck yo bitch I hit a creampie
Creampie, you not me so why try
Bullets connecting just like it's wifi
Nigga you a alien nigga sci-fi
And I feel like Im trippie, so fly
Nigga you a weirdo, you is a queer tho
I gotta glock, it'll shoot through yo beard tho
Killing niggas like my name was Alberto
I'm shooting my shot nigga, like a free throw

I pull up to the spot
And best believe this glock gon pop
No soda can, I gotta glock
She wanna fight, and suck my cock
She wanna ride, can't hop in my car
And this glock gon send you to the sky, to heaven
Uh nigga I ain't playing, Im raising hell, go super saiyan
What do you mean, life is crazy
She see my guap, she wanna have my babies
Probably got aids, probably got rabies
Please get the fuck away from me
How you gon backstab me like loki
I'm killing niggas like my name is soTony
If you want some smoke nigga get away from me
Y'all niggas despite me, yall niggas bologna

Get back, get back, get back, get back
Get back, get back, get back, get back
Get back, get back, get back, get back
Before this glock get on attack
And I gotta mac, and this glock gon shoot thru yo hat
And that ain't a lie, and that ain't cap
And just like a apple, I gotta mac (Yeah yeah)
Oh snap, I ain't talking thanos, take a nap
I'll kill you nigga, put yo head ina bag
And y'all niggas weird, get yo head out yo ass
And y'all niggas be snitching, like who tha fuck asked
I can do this forever and that ain't cap
You had my love, keyword had
And now ima fuck yo friend from the back
No cap, nigga that's cap
I want yo love, the one that I had
You calling me daddy, no Im not yo dad
But I got that glock and I got that mac
And I got that, tec
Talking bout hot fry, then why try
Imagine these bullets connecting like wifi
Nigga you a alien nigga call it sci-fi
And she got railed by like 5 guys
This a freestyle nigga why try
These niggas be writing stuff like why
Next up why lie
Yeah let's go get this tec
Remembering playing the game with Texako
Now he blowing up, oh no, he giving me double chromosomes
And yeah I got a glock, and yeah it's gonna chop
I'm killing these niggas like ChopChopTellem
I shoot good like Jayson Tell em
I'm too fresh, I'm too clean, can't make a mess
Bulletproof vest, can't shoot thru my chest
I'm playing chest, and you playing checkers
And when I eat the pussy, that shit is so poggers



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Writer(s): Ryan Brown
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