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Pulling Up
Twin S
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Ai'
You know the vibes, heh
This is for the bruddas with the real life motion (J-Jamie Music)
Big up my Pakistani niggas trappin' it out
Big up my Bengali niggas makin' it count
Big up all my Asian bruddas, I ain't takin' no chat (brrt)
Gettin' man down
Yo, yo, yo, yo
See the look on their face when I'm pullin' up
I'm in a two-seat Lambs or a Cullinan
I put my foot on the floor when I've had enough
I sent shots through his crib, watch him pattern up
I just crashed another whip, blud, fuck sake
I'm gettin' bored of this truck, I need a upgrade
Took risks, levelled up, then the funds came
Hopped out this foreign whip, smellin' like Ombré
Hopped out the foreign whip, smellin' like Oud
Yeah, she knows I'm gettin' money, she don't know what I do
She heard that I'm a gangster, she's askin' if it's true
She typed in my name and then she saw me on the news, ai'
Fuck my opps, yeah, them niggas all bankrupt
I'm in Dubai club, Blu with my shank tucked
I swapped the AP watch for them handcuffs
Baby girl, gettin' shy, she never seen a handgun
Cuttin' through the A406 in a hypo
My Asian ting, slim thick, but no lypo
That boy's talkin' tough, nah, it must be a typo
They know I let the spin ting spin like Spyro
Long hair, slim waist, lookin' wholesome
She likes guns, baby girl, come and hold one
I'm on the block, rammin' niggas with a Shogun
The beef ain't gettin' squashed, I ain't listenin' to no one
See the look on their face when I'm pullin' up
I'm in a two-seat Lambs or a Cullinan
I put my foot on the floor when I've had enough
I sent shots through his crib, watch him pattern up
I just crashed another whip, blud, fuck sake
I'm gettin' bored of this truck, I need a upgrade
Took risks, levelled up, then the funds came
Hopped out this foreign whip, smellin' like Ombré (yo, yo)
Limo' tints on the whip, they can't see my face
Make sure the stick's on my hip before I leave the place
Hands on this paddle shift, bangs when the gear change
Shotters get shut down, really made 'em relocate
Got my tyres screamin' while I'm wrappin' up this roundabout
So much packs in the air, turn your block to Cali town
Pedal bikes shifts in the rain, no hand me downs
Me and P in the Double R, lookin' like money, now
Lamborghini dreams, now I'm pushin' it in Corsa mode
Add magic to the mix, let it dance on the stove
Million-pound convoys, you know we're lockin' off the road
Hop in this foreign car, push the pedal to the floor
Yo, we ram niggas, slap sticks, we're still trendin'
Hear the whip bark and I ain't even flexin'
Mapped up the engine, Glock come extended
Spec game crazy, they'll think it was rented (yo, yo)
See the look on their face when I'm pullin' up
I'm in a two-seat Lambs or a Cullinan
I put my foot on the floor when I've had enough
I sent shots through his crib, watch him pattern up
I just crashed another whip, blud, fuck sake
I'm gettin' bored of this truck, I need a upgrade
Took risks, levelled up, then the funds came
Hopped out this foreign whip, smellin' like Ombré
Alum Rock to Beckton
We don't bury straps, we press them
Sho', grr, grr, bah (J-J-Jaimie Music)
(CJ)
(Ayo, SV, this one's naughty still)