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Slick Pulla
Jeezy
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Hey, hey
Y'all already know this Trap or Die, man, by the way
Trap of the year, snowman, you boy
This ain't 'bout me right now
This is 'bout my motherfucking nigga, man
Slick Pulla, what's happening, nigga?
My partna, man
My nigga Slick Pulla, nigga, it's your time to shine, nigga
Fall forward, nigga
Fall forward, ay, stand the fuck up, nigga
Say it, U-U-S-S-T-G-A-T (Gangsta Grillzillz)
I breathe these Spongebob's and laugh
'Cause ain't no team like to click me
Get cheese like crab and slick
Yeah, I'm blessed with a gift like Saint Nick (uh-huh)
Go in the booth and lock down like a wild pig (Gangsta Grillzillz)
For real, pimp, I was taught by the snowman
And Teddy Spinner Cash told me, "Pulla, get the dough, man" (yeah)
So I did what was told, man
Now the bread coming wet, I can't make it fold, man (Gangsta Grillzillz)
Hold the fuck up, Drama, run that shit back, man
I don't think these fuck niggas listening, man
The affiliates, nigga, pay attention
Say U-U-S-S-T-G-A-T
I breathe these SpongeBob's and laugh
'Cause ain't no team like to click me, get cheese like crab and slick
Yeah, I'm blessed with a gift like Saint Nick (uh-huh)
Go in the booth and lock down like a wild pig
For real, pimp, I was taught by the snowman
And Teddy Spinner Cash told me, "Pulla, get the dough, man"
So I did what was told, man
Now the bread coming wet, I can't make it fold, man
Earn stripes, coal and power, I'm a veteran
Sick with the wordplay, I'm so clever, man
Since all these hos heard I got my check
Y'all think bitches like La La, that's a direct effect
For real, I got a riddle for you, nigga, here's a couple clues
Who stay strapped with two one with a full crew?
Me, SP, yuh, but I ain't the ghost, nigga
I butter up my bread and I ride with toast
(Pulla, you need some help?)
Naw, nigga, I got this
Big homie whipping the vet, I'm shotgun, bitch
We smoke zips of that kush, call it bubblegum
'Cause it tastes and smells just like some bubblegum
Pulla man, the voice of the slums
I post in the trenches, get my money in lumps
I stay with them boys that be ready to dump
Married to Glock, folded, but I creep with my pump
The hottest thing to come through Atlanta since Dale Murphy
It's slick, pull a ho skin, hot like chicken curry
Urban streets fine as George's own
Hustled a lot of places, but the foes my home
Gangsta Grillzillz
Know the rules, Gangsta Grillz, Stevie D
I'm bringing it to you!
BMF Cloud nine, Guerllla Flips!