Pull Up On Me
Pull up on me bitch
Pull up on mee bitch
What's all da talking bout
Imma dog bitch type to shoot a hoe
And tell her walk it out
Pull up to yo momma house
These bitches think they poppin now
30 in yo mommas mouth
I'll give u sum to talk about
Pulled up on his chick
Now she really wanna talk it out
Internet gangster talk bout paris
Cuz dey want sum clout
Pulled up on his chick
Let her kno dat ion walk without
Pull up to her crib
She talk bout she don't want no problems now
I ain't talking on no internet
I ain't inna dat
I ain't talking apple got the mac
Pull up hear it braap
Clip a dick I cock it back
Face is pretty ass is fat
Pussy pricy throwin racks
Bitch I'm icy poppin tags
Give no fuck about no bitch bae
I'm jus tryna get rich
But best believe she talkin sick
I'll put dat uhhhh to her lip
Cock it back
Let it rip
You bitches weak cry over dick
Behind the screen talkin shit
Murder scene but they won't pull up to the strip
I will pull up to your boyfriends house and sit up on his face
Pussy 5 star lil ho
Before he eat it he say grace
Heard you lookin for Paris
Bet come meet me at his place
A pocket rocket on my hip
And it will send you out to space
I already came in first ion see no competition
I got bitches doin fraud
And I got bitches in da kitchen
I got bitches on the run
And I got bitches in da prison
Talking all that shit lil bitch
Yeah you might just turn up missing
Pull up on mee bitch
What's all da talking bout
Imma dog bitch type to shoot a hoe
And tell her walk it out
Pull up to yo momma house
These bitches think they poppin now
30 in yo mommas mouth
I'll give u sum to talk about
Pulled up on his chick
Now she really wanna talk it out
Internet gangster talk bout paris
Cuz dey want sum clout
Pulled up on his bitch
Let her kno dat ion walk without
Pull up to her crib
She talk bout she don't want no problems now
Said I was gonna pull up on you bitch I made it happen
How deez bitches getting pressed cuz when I say shit I ain't cappin
And all deez ittty bitty hoes love ta claim dey pistol packing
When I pull up to da strip hollow tips I got em dancing
Talking out my name bitch say it with your chest
Got face to face wit her now she gon talk wit some respect
Aim it at yo head I'll leave a bitch on SOS
I ain't bout beefin over texts I'll leave a silly bitch on red
I will pull up to yo homies casket
He ain't homie in my packet
Wrap it in my blunt and tump it
Nice and cozy like a blanket
Empty out the clip and dump it
Bitches wack I love my ratchet
Came from nothing never had shit
Love a drug leave him a addict
If I ain't got no beef with you bitch you cannot have beef with me
Leave her screaming mercy please I'm wiling off the Hennessy
Chill on 1
Wild off 2
Homii if you give me 3 stomping in yo head but fuck
I still hope you remember me
Pull up on mee bitch
What's all da talking bout
Imma dog bitch type to shoot a hoe
And tell her walk it out
Pull up to yo momma house
These bitches think they poppin now
30 in yo mommas mouth
I'll give u sum to talk about
Pulled up on his chick
Now she really wanna talk it out
Internet gangster talk bout paris
Cuz dey want sum clout
Pulled up on his chick
Let her kno dat ion walk without
Pull up to her crib
She talk bout she don't want no problems now
Pull up on mee bitch
What's all da talking bout
Imma dog bitch type to shoot a hoe
And tell her walk it out
Pull up to yo momma house
These bitches think they poppin now
30 in yo mommas mouth
I'll give u sum to talk about
Pulled up on his chick
Now she really wanna talk it out
Internet gangster talk bout paris
Cuz dey want sum clout
Pulled up on his chick
Let her kno dat ion walk without
Pull up to her crib
She talk bout she don't want no problems now
I ain't talking on no internet
I ain't inna dat
I ain't talking apple got the mac
Pull up hear it braap
Clip a dick I cock it back
Face is pretty ass is fat
Pussy pricy throwin racks
Bitch I'm icy poppin tags
Give no fuck about no bitch bae
I'm jus tryna get rich
But best believe she talkin sick
I'll put dat uhhhh to her lip
Cock it back
Let it rip
You bitches weak cry over dick
Behind the screen talkin shit
Murder scene but they won't pull up to the strip
I will pull up to your boyfriends house and sit up on his face
Pussy 5 star lil ho
Before he eat it he say grace
Heard you lookin for Paris
Bet come meet me at his place
A pocket rocket on my hip
And it will send you out to space
I already came in first ion see no competition
I got bitches doin fraud
And I got bitches in da kitchen
I got bitches on the run
And I got bitches in da prison
Talking all that shit lil bitch
Yeah you might just turn up missing
Pull up on mee bitch
What's all da talking bout
Imma dog bitch type to shoot a hoe
And tell her walk it out
Pull up to yo momma house
These bitches think they poppin now
30 in yo mommas mouth
I'll give u sum to talk about
Pulled up on his chick
Now she really wanna talk it out
Internet gangster talk bout paris
Cuz dey want sum clout
Pulled up on his bitch
Let her kno dat ion walk without
Pull up to her crib
She talk bout she don't want no problems now
Said I was gonna pull up on you bitch I made it happen
How deez bitches getting pressed cuz when I say shit I ain't cappin
And all deez ittty bitty hoes love ta claim dey pistol packing
When I pull up to da strip hollow tips I got em dancing
Talking out my name bitch say it with your chest
Got face to face wit her now she gon talk wit some respect
Aim it at yo head I'll leave a bitch on SOS
I ain't bout beefin over texts I'll leave a silly bitch on red
I will pull up to yo homies casket
He ain't homie in my packet
Wrap it in my blunt and tump it
Nice and cozy like a blanket
Empty out the clip and dump it
Bitches wack I love my ratchet
Came from nothing never had shit
Love a drug leave him a addict
If I ain't got no beef with you bitch you cannot have beef with me
Leave her screaming mercy please I'm wiling off the Hennessy
Chill on 1
Wild off 2
Homii if you give me 3 stomping in yo head but fuck
I still hope you remember me
Pull up on mee bitch
What's all da talking bout
Imma dog bitch type to shoot a hoe
And tell her walk it out
Pull up to yo momma house
These bitches think they poppin now
30 in yo mommas mouth
I'll give u sum to talk about
Pulled up on his chick
Now she really wanna talk it out
Internet gangster talk bout paris
Cuz dey want sum clout
Pulled up on his chick
Let her kno dat ion walk without
Pull up to her crib
She talk bout she don't want no problems now
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathon Pitman, Lois Gifford, Pietre Cleghorn
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