Pull Up

Called my homie up I told that nigga wait what?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Called my homie up I told him i don't wanna wait
Yeah
Called my homie up I told that nigga pass a quarter
Rollin in the club got me floatin' till the sun up
Uh huh yeah
And I ain't tellin' no lies
The truth is I don't give a fuck (fuck, fuck)

Pull up to my shorty tell her hop in
Runnin' to the safe yeah I just hit a profit
Nigga If I like it then I cop it
Diggin in her kidneys all night alright
She gon eat it through my draws got me lookin'
Up to stars like im in a royce
With a phantom of a choice
You know how I get down nigga
I don't kill the noise Imma keep on
Turnin' up I don't care I'm trynna
Chase some coin (lets go!)

Ok wait (yeah) let me get this straight (a huh)
I been gettin' to the bag caught a couple L's on the way
But it's ok when come around thursday
Imma turn up in this bitch we hella thirty
Look, we can't be fuckin' around
If she the type to lay and spill some tea
So why the fuck she up on me?
Nah I ain't for all the rumors all that he said she said
Scoop you late night take you out to
Dinner-dinner yeah lately I been bulkin' up on fitness-fitness
Ask me how I got it broski finnese-finnese and
Imma always keep it a hunnid that's facts
Runnin' around town man that shit you claim be cap
Flexin' on the gram, watch me take a snap
Watch me how I move runnin' laps
Around these fools, can see em
From afar but up close they ain't have a clue
Imma trynna get dough like money
Mitch pay it in full

Pull up to my shorty tell her hop in
Runnin' to the safe yeah I just hit a profit
Nigga If I like it then I cop it
Diggin in her kidneys all night alright
She gon eat it through my draws got me lookin'
Up to stars like im in a royce
With a phantom of a choice
You know how I get down nigga
I don't kill the noise Imma keep on
Turnin' up I don't care I'm trynna
Chase some coin (lets go!)

Pull up to the city then I rock
Yeah anything I want it then I cop it
Yeah we gettin' money it don't stop yeah
When they see me why they panties droppin'?
Yeah pull up in a rari and we swervin'
Yeah when I'm talkin' money yeah its urgent
You dont see me drivin' no suburban (no suburban)
All these bad bitches always flirtin' (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm on go and we drivin' slow see me swervin'
Bently ridin' rari is on go
When she drop it low oh I don't wanna go
Tell that bitch I can't really take this anymore
Its chasey and it's von tell em we the one
And we got four niggas coming with a gun
Nigga actin' like my son, now he wanna run
And we poppin' bottles throwin' hunnids till the sun come (sun come)

Know how I get down nigga

I dont kill the noise

Trynna chase



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Writer(s): Leon Westwood
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