Pull It (feat. Ryker's Island & Roll the Don)

I said, waking up every morning dusting off my Nike's
I make my bed, I guess ahead, and I'm just sharing stories (yeah)
I check my beeper, grab my wallet and I need some coffee
Double shot espresso, pull the Brevet light, I spliff too (I need it)
And I still got you, paying me up on next time (yes sir)
Dap me up, I'll send you out, I never stress my bank account (I never)
That's just my word of mouth, I'm leaving north, I'm flying south (yes)
I'm punching at the eighty, feeling wavy while I'm skipping town
You never come around, bust until the sun go down
You never leave your spot, know the block, you're just adding pounds (fat ass)

The only weight I'm stacking certified, it's Cadillac
And banging out the trunk with my system when I make it happen (happen)
Call me Gordon Bombay you a mighty duck (mighty duck)
Clutching on your pearls baby girl like you wanna fuck
Come and get the knuckle puck and say what up
'Cause you frontin' like you want it when I'm all up in your guts, I say

Hit it like a bop it, I can't stop it when I'm seeing you (twisted)
I pass it to the right, I'm getting money, all this revenue
Yo call me Mr. Rocket, big dog like I'm Mama Duke
You hanging on my chain, I do my thing 'cause I'm just chasing you
(Yo, what's up)

I let my tongue hit the floor when you're passing by
Got me feeling like a cartoon, and I'm flying high
Mr. Bugs Bunny, feelin' funny as I touch the sky
Never thought I'd feel this fine, pour myself a glass of wine like whoop

Hey, woke up feelin' dumb, rich
Hypey stew with you, bitch
Silly with a numb lips
Might as well just snort shit, boof lit, oh shit, it's poppin' now
Tellin' hella stories, makin' plans like we kickin' wild (wild)
How do we do the same thing again
How do I throw afters with mostly fake friends
It depends on my odd for a yawn
Is my life getting boring being stable
Oh my god, guess I am rather done

Drink fits in Play-Doh with the ayo
Hey hoe you stayin' or you dipping
Let's get trippy or just sniff shit
It don't matter back in Ballard growing up
Hitting spodeys, it's a shorty
I was saying that's what's up, that's what's up dawg
Now let me kill another bag and chop a line and take two shots
And now I ain't need a Reagan, couple shrooms and some homies
She fine could get the slots

Take the shorty when I'm horny, cancel plans 'cause I forgot
Sit alone and pop a top, pop it flip it pass it off
Get a high score 'cause she runner-up and I forgot
It don't matter 'cause she with me dawg
Focused on that bop it though
She a bop, she a diddy, she a damn, I got it oh

Hit it like a bop it, I can't stop it when I'm seeing you (twisted)
I pass it to the right, I'm getting money, all this revenue
Yo call me Mr. Rocket, big dog like I'm Mama Duke
You hanging on my chain, I do my thing 'cause I'm just chasing you
(Yo, what's up)

I let my tongue hit the floor when you're passing by
Got me feeling like a cartoon, and I'm flying high
Mr. Bugs Bunny, feelin' funny as I touch the sky
Never thought I'd feel this fine, pour myself a glass of wine like whoop