Pull Up (feat. Symba & Landstrip Chip)

Hey, I just wanna pull up with my nigga Stan
And get into somethin', pop out at the liquor store
And leave my engine runnin'
Hop back in the whip and then we slide
Playin' my mirrors, catchin' pulleys, give me high luck

Eleven, eleven, you know the time
Talkin' bout who rented the city, you know it's mine (yeah, yeah)
If you don't see that shit, you know you blind
If I pop out with a bitch, you know she fine, stop playin'

Heard I got a type, shit
I just like what I like, yeah
Matter of fact, you probably right
It ain't no shame, but for my game, it's only right, shit

I feel like, anything I want, I'm finna get
You better hope that I don't want yo bitch I'm just playin', man
That ain't even how I move, too cold
Bitch you know the vibe when I come through, look

I just wanna pull up with my nigga Stan
And get into somethin', pop out at the liquor store (yeah, yeah)
And leave my engine runnin'
Hop back in the whip and then we slide
Playin' my mirrors, catchin' pulleys, give me high luck

I might do the dash on 'em, paper plates, no tags on 'em
Jumpin' out that bitch, to goin' back, I'ma
Hop back in the whip and then we slide (ayy)
Playin' my mirrors, catchin' pulleys, give me high luck

Ayy, just left France, I'm headed to San Fran
Touched twenty grand and bought me another Benz
Off white pants, R.I.P. to the man
Virgil got me in my bag more than my hands

The streets in a jam, E.D.D. scams
Got cut short, now just ride with whoever you can
Told the brody we could go kick it soon as I land
But we gotta have a plan, these niggas ain't out here playin'

Nah, see I just wanna pull up to the liquor store
And smoke a blunt with E.D. Bo
Ayy, like I used to
When I was tryna get a first low from Willie Joe

Shhh, now it's all on me
People who I call don't gotta call on me
Facts, I made it out of the streets
But I still let up my seat when I ride by police

I just wanna pull up with my nigga Stan
And get into somethin', pop out at the liquor store (yeah, yeah)
And leave my engine runnin'
Hop back in the whip and then we slide
Playin' my mirrors, catchin' pulleys, give me high luck

I might do the dash on 'em, paper plates, no tags on 'em
Jumpin' out that bitch, to goin' back, I'ma
Hop back in the whip and then we slide
Playin' my mirrors, catchin' pulleys, give me high luck

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)