Pull Up
I'm a mean cat, you a street rat
Miss me with that sticky icky tree sap
You can keep that, I don't need that
If you forgetting let me recap
Anakin with a light sabre
One, two, swing cut your head clean off
You can try run but you won't run far
Tripping over, guess I'm in charge
Hi, alright, okay
I bring the heat with ice inside my veins
And even if you tried to ride my wave
I'd never let it fly
I pull up to the bar (alright, okay)
And all my shit go hard (oh shit, I don't break)
I rock like Benatar (uh huh, okay)
I get it from my 'ma
Like rah, like rah, like rah
I'mma cut to the end like scene
Flying kick to the head Bruce Lee
Simmer down, keep it on a low heat
Stretch you out, blacked out limousine
I'll be hosting the show Jimmy Kimmel shit
It's embarrassing how you're talking gibberish
It's a weak flow, I'm the king of it
I got the aniseed, you can lick my liquorice
Hi, alright, okay
I bring the heat with ice inside my veins
And even if you tried to ride my wave
I'd never let it fly
I pull up to the bar (alright, okay)
And all my shit go hard (oh shit, I don't break)
I rock like Benatar (uh huh, okay)
I get it from my 'ma
Like rah, like rah, like rah
Miss me with that sticky icky tree sap
You can keep that, I don't need that
If you forgetting let me recap
Anakin with a light sabre
One, two, swing cut your head clean off
You can try run but you won't run far
Tripping over, guess I'm in charge
Hi, alright, okay
I bring the heat with ice inside my veins
And even if you tried to ride my wave
I'd never let it fly
I pull up to the bar (alright, okay)
And all my shit go hard (oh shit, I don't break)
I rock like Benatar (uh huh, okay)
I get it from my 'ma
Like rah, like rah, like rah
I'mma cut to the end like scene
Flying kick to the head Bruce Lee
Simmer down, keep it on a low heat
Stretch you out, blacked out limousine
I'll be hosting the show Jimmy Kimmel shit
It's embarrassing how you're talking gibberish
It's a weak flow, I'm the king of it
I got the aniseed, you can lick my liquorice
Hi, alright, okay
I bring the heat with ice inside my veins
And even if you tried to ride my wave
I'd never let it fly
I pull up to the bar (alright, okay)
And all my shit go hard (oh shit, I don't break)
I rock like Benatar (uh huh, okay)
I get it from my 'ma
Like rah, like rah, like rah
Credits
Writer(s): Dan Bartlett, Havelock Hudson, Myles William Moraites, Audrey Nuna
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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