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Pull Up
Yeat, Ken Carson
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We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a mo'fuckin' drill
It's a mill' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride for real?
Who ready to slide for real?
Get down or lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack, you know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up on your block, you hear, "Blatt, blatt," you know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop, we left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer, I'ma let that boy know how the K sound
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang, bang)
We got Glocks, pull up, bitch
We got sticks, pull up, bitch (Pull up)
I'm in the GLE, pull up, bitch
I'm in the Tonka, huh, bitch
I'm in the Lamb'
I got my bro out the jam
I'm rocking Margiela, Margiela monk (Margiela monk)
I got diamonds on my head
She got diamonds on her toes (Let's go)
I might take off on a sled, yeah
All my diamonds on a boat, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
We just pull up, let it go (Buh)
Bitch, we richer than the world (Ooh, ooh)
We got what? Yeah
We got Glocks, pull up, bitch
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Don't say shit, lil' bitch, I'm rich
Where I'ma chill at? Bitch, at the Ritz (I'm up)
I'm in the Tonka, shit don't make no sense
I'm in a foreign, shit gon' bust your hip
Got a lil' foreign bitch who give me sex
I went and doubled up and touched an M (Luh mill')
All I like money, bitch, I ain't got no friends (Uh-huh)
I call the devil up, 'cause that's my twin (Huh)
I seen them switch up, they don't want you winnin' (Huh)
We rich as a bitch and I'm chillin' with Ken
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a mo'fuckin' drill
It's a mill' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride for real?
Who ready to slide for real?
Get down or lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack, you know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up on your block, you hear, "Blatt, blatt," you know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop, we left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer, I'ma let that boy know how the K sound
You a bitch, you a dick rider, yeah, these niggas don't just be gay now
Fuck your bitch, then I'm out of there, I'm back on the block sellin' big pounds
Keep the whole thing, I don't do no breakdowns
Don't do zips, boy, I don't do no shakedowns
I was ridin' 'round town with fifty pounds
This was your shit but, bitch, this my city now
They was your bitches, them be my bitches now
Snatch your shit, give me them
He was sellin', but he ain't get shit for them
Left your boy down there, yeah, you ain't shoot shit for him
I just rolled up my opp, yeah, I'm spliffin' him
I'm smokin' on whoever hate
I'm smokin' on whoever fake
I'm smokin', boy, I load up that K