PULL UP!, PART II (feat. T Havoc)
Shawty so bad so I know I'mma hit her up, play with her, then I'm gon' fuck up her drawls
I got a hoe on my dick going crazy doing 360's and shit (Uh)
People in awe when they see I'm actually developing, what a surprise! (Uh)
When you at my concert I want to see you damn fighting bitches like a mosh!
Saying how you gon' pull up, but I don't see you?
Think you scared of arriving to the I.C.U
Uh, damn, here we go again
I be talking shit and I don't feel regret
If that's your shorty you lying, uh
'Cause she is on my D now, uh
I know that I am the best, uh
I know that I am the best, uh
People be trying to test me, but they ain't gon' get far 'cause I act like a god, uh
Go ahead try me, uh uh
Go ahead try me, uh uh
Wait, I'm just gon' give you a kill
Pistol
Head
Shot
Dead
People be going so crazy when I just tell 'em to pull up and I really don't know why (What?!)
Maybe it's 'cause I got pistol in pocket and brass knuckles on my damn knuckle (Huh?!)
People be trying to damn test me (What?!)
I got a winning damn record (Huh?!)
I like to see the blood drip (Yeah!)
I like to see that boy drip (Yeah!)
It start out all blue in your flesh until I go and knock it out now it is red (What?!)
Yeah you be chilling you really shouldn't do that 'cause I know where you at all times
Keep on acting like you tough
You ain't ever gon' get close
'Cause my spidey senses, they going off like damn (What?!)
Yeah, haha
Hold up hold up, let me chill
Let me chill let me chill, I'm going to far in
Yeah, huh
Wait, here we go, uh
Here we go, uh
Here we go, uh
Yeah yeah yeah, bitch I love to fade
I'm a dirty motherfucker, gave her dirty face (Uh, uh, aye)
I ace this shit, replace your favorite, put 'em in their place
Pick up the pace, don't leave no trace when I run this fade (Okay, aye)
Motherfuckers don't wanna fight, but they throwing shade like fifty (Aye)
Motherfucker talking shit, mane get the fuck out of my city (Aye)
Equipped with the clip, what happened to a fist fight lil' bitch? (Uh)
Equipped with the fists, I might, I might
Yuh, I don't need no metal on my fists, yuh
Timbs on, so I'm stomping out that bitch, yuh (Uh)
I ain't pussy, make him bleed, yuh (Aye yuh)
I ain't pussy, make him bleed, yuh (Uh)
I don't need no metal on my fists, yuh (Aye aye)
Timbs on, so I'm stomping out that bitch, yuh (Yuh)
I ain't pussy, make him bleed, yuh (Aye aye)
I ain't pussy, make him bleed, yuh
I got a hoe on my dick going crazy doing 360's and shit (Uh)
People in awe when they see I'm actually developing, what a surprise! (Uh)
When you at my concert I want to see you damn fighting bitches like a mosh!
Saying how you gon' pull up, but I don't see you?
Think you scared of arriving to the I.C.U
Uh, damn, here we go again
I be talking shit and I don't feel regret
If that's your shorty you lying, uh
'Cause she is on my D now, uh
I know that I am the best, uh
I know that I am the best, uh
People be trying to test me, but they ain't gon' get far 'cause I act like a god, uh
Go ahead try me, uh uh
Go ahead try me, uh uh
Wait, I'm just gon' give you a kill
Pistol
Head
Shot
Dead
People be going so crazy when I just tell 'em to pull up and I really don't know why (What?!)
Maybe it's 'cause I got pistol in pocket and brass knuckles on my damn knuckle (Huh?!)
People be trying to damn test me (What?!)
I got a winning damn record (Huh?!)
I like to see the blood drip (Yeah!)
I like to see that boy drip (Yeah!)
It start out all blue in your flesh until I go and knock it out now it is red (What?!)
Yeah you be chilling you really shouldn't do that 'cause I know where you at all times
Keep on acting like you tough
You ain't ever gon' get close
'Cause my spidey senses, they going off like damn (What?!)
Yeah, haha
Hold up hold up, let me chill
Let me chill let me chill, I'm going to far in
Yeah, huh
Wait, here we go, uh
Here we go, uh
Here we go, uh
Yeah yeah yeah, bitch I love to fade
I'm a dirty motherfucker, gave her dirty face (Uh, uh, aye)
I ace this shit, replace your favorite, put 'em in their place
Pick up the pace, don't leave no trace when I run this fade (Okay, aye)
Motherfuckers don't wanna fight, but they throwing shade like fifty (Aye)
Motherfucker talking shit, mane get the fuck out of my city (Aye)
Equipped with the clip, what happened to a fist fight lil' bitch? (Uh)
Equipped with the fists, I might, I might
Yuh, I don't need no metal on my fists, yuh
Timbs on, so I'm stomping out that bitch, yuh (Uh)
I ain't pussy, make him bleed, yuh (Aye yuh)
I ain't pussy, make him bleed, yuh (Uh)
I don't need no metal on my fists, yuh (Aye aye)
Timbs on, so I'm stomping out that bitch, yuh (Yuh)
I ain't pussy, make him bleed, yuh (Aye aye)
I ain't pussy, make him bleed, yuh
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Writer(s): Anthony Ellingson
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