Pull Up
Pull up in the Bentley when i pull up in the rolls
When bitches see me in the motherfucking road
Then they remember how they left me cold
Me and my dawg yeah we dripping on the low
Grinding every day I had to do it for the funds
You ain't got money, then you ain't no fun
Smoking every minute just to numb my pain
On some drugs had to find my way
Drip with some thots when I do cocaine
Got your bitch on my dick make her go insane
Living life to edge ain't got no race
Guess we all gotta pull up in different ways
Got some ice on my neck like its lemonade
Getting the money in some serious haste
Too much money yeah we all gotta waste
Niggas dying from the drugs that we always lace
Steppin in the light I'm the man of the moment
Ain't wanna keep beefing I'd sort my different
Ain't tryna die young ain't taking no bullet
I'd wanna keep trapping ain't done with my snippet
Songs selling out pullin money in my pocket
Ain't making no noise cos I ain't no cricket
Got a couple millions and we made it double
Still making money cos my lines ain't shallow
Pull up in the club in the club and we popped some bottles
Some niggas did loved and some niggas did follow
Grew up in the streets had to cause some trouble
Some niggas did weed and some niggas did noodles
If you ain't know me, you ain't getting my cuddle
Pull up in the streets I'm a real jerk!
When bitches see me in the motherfucking road
Then they remember how they left me cold
Me and my dawg yeah we dripping on the low
Grinding every day I had to do it for the funds
You ain't got money, then you ain't no fun
Smoking every minute just to numb my pain
On some drugs had to find my way
Drip with some thots when I do cocaine
Got your bitch on my dick make her go insane
Living life to edge ain't got no race
Guess we all gotta pull up in different ways
Got some ice on my neck like its lemonade
Getting the money in some serious haste
Too much money yeah we all gotta waste
Niggas dying from the drugs that we always lace
Steppin in the light I'm the man of the moment
Ain't wanna keep beefing I'd sort my different
Ain't tryna die young ain't taking no bullet
I'd wanna keep trapping ain't done with my snippet
Songs selling out pullin money in my pocket
Ain't making no noise cos I ain't no cricket
Got a couple millions and we made it double
Still making money cos my lines ain't shallow
Pull up in the club in the club and we popped some bottles
Some niggas did loved and some niggas did follow
Grew up in the streets had to cause some trouble
Some niggas did weed and some niggas did noodles
If you ain't know me, you ain't getting my cuddle
Pull up in the streets I'm a real jerk!
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Writer(s): Kelvin Atinse
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