Yuh!
Pull up with the sticky on me
Pull up with the blicky on me
Pull up and I got it on me
Pull up and I got it on me
I just gotta move with the streets
I just got a pull in the streets
I just gotta sell my dope
I gotta get home, I gotta sell weed
I'm runnin' to the top, I'm on a higher level
Metro bought me a pink-front bezel
Sip my drink and I pop my molly
One phone call then I pull up on shawty
Fuckin' up the box, ain't talkin' 'bout Roddy
Cream of the crop, and I'm zooted a lot
Team on the top, new kids on the block
But we stay the OG's, been pushin' lowkey
Whole city know me, Swishers burnin' slowly
Got the H in my drip, 100 rounds in the clip
I'm the number one pick, gotta pull up with the stick
Takin' a hit, that gas too legit
Been swangin' on streets since I was a jit
Pull up, pull up jet G5
Pull up in a whip like its on fire
Pull up in all black suit and tie
Pull up we might be here for a while
When I find my flow, man it feel like blow
When I feel that heat, and it drip like nose
When I peel that back, man shit moves slow
When I touch that track, make it lit like gold
When I bring that pack, make it hit like ghost,
When it feel that good, don't feel that cold,
Never seen no god, still sell my soul
If the devil ask me nice enough like so
Playboi carty
Cash flow Marty, pulled up in a 'Rari
Party next door but it ain't no party
Heisman baby ain't no Lombardi
Playboi carty
Cash flow Marty, pulled up in a 'Rari
Party next door but it ain't no party
Heisman baby ain't no Lombardi
Pull up with the blicky on me
Pull up and I got it on me
Pull up and I got it on me
I just gotta move with the streets
I just got a pull in the streets
I just gotta sell my dope
I gotta get home, I gotta sell weed
I'm runnin' to the top, I'm on a higher level
Metro bought me a pink-front bezel
Sip my drink and I pop my molly
One phone call then I pull up on shawty
Fuckin' up the box, ain't talkin' 'bout Roddy
Cream of the crop, and I'm zooted a lot
Team on the top, new kids on the block
But we stay the OG's, been pushin' lowkey
Whole city know me, Swishers burnin' slowly
Got the H in my drip, 100 rounds in the clip
I'm the number one pick, gotta pull up with the stick
Takin' a hit, that gas too legit
Been swangin' on streets since I was a jit
Pull up, pull up jet G5
Pull up in a whip like its on fire
Pull up in all black suit and tie
Pull up we might be here for a while
When I find my flow, man it feel like blow
When I feel that heat, and it drip like nose
When I peel that back, man shit moves slow
When I touch that track, make it lit like gold
When I bring that pack, make it hit like ghost,
When it feel that good, don't feel that cold,
Never seen no god, still sell my soul
If the devil ask me nice enough like so
Playboi carty
Cash flow Marty, pulled up in a 'Rari
Party next door but it ain't no party
Heisman baby ain't no Lombardi
Playboi carty
Cash flow Marty, pulled up in a 'Rari
Party next door but it ain't no party
Heisman baby ain't no Lombardi
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Writer(s): Vikas Mohan
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