Pull Up

We got a killer on the loose Look I pull up I can smell the hate from like a mile away I've been tryna do what's right but I just turn the other way I'm either chillin wit a white bitch or I chill with Mary Jane If I ain't tryna f*ck, she gon have to wait I got people on the way bruh u won't believe my taste They was plotting on the boy I watched it blow up in they face When they pull up second they gone say it's not a race Im prolly in the city with your bitch we at a rave If this Molly's not gone hit we gon f*ck through this delay These drugs make me anxy that's the only thing I hate She don't do this shit without me she say she feels out of place Makes sense how we end up at her place They say I'm Aaron Rodgers the way I let I go You funny like the parkers but this is not a show If she ain't cashin me out wtf I need her for? I know that they be lookin, you be woofin! miralo! I remember dropping five back when I would BO SIP Packs of the cookies Id wake up & smell the roses Im dippin to LB but that shit feel like a road trip Yeah she on my tip & she still slapping my old shit They tell me they love me but I am not convinced. They wasn't wit me in the gym when I was taking hits And I'm just like dam ain't that about a bitch If you ain't tryna move you gotta take the hit