Pull Up (feat. ImJusForeign)

Aye, aye I just might pull up on yo bitch boy She gone suck my soul boy Sticks what I tote boy Glocks at yo throat boy I sip Dusse no deuce aye Run up yo shit sprayed Kick shit no sensei Chirp talk chic fil a These niggas just baby daddies they ain't getting no money Yea I find something funny I lay on my back and she suck till her nose get runny Then I drop dick in her tummy Chit chat don't get into that This ain't no za broski send it back I pop a deuce like it's pitty pat I got plenty auto and semi gats Told lil mama imma be back Say she call me I ain't see that Run it up then I relapse Boy I ain't doing no remix I got get glizzy on my side like it's god Try to pull it you ain't beating the odds Pick a bank got a check and it's fraud All these banks I can do a minaj This bitch a eat She just keep hoeing and going and going 26 glock get to blowing and scoring Snakes in the grass so my chopper start mowing She wanna f*ck so I'm like baby bend it Swaggy young nigga wit dreads from the trenches Won't Twitter beef so don't add in my mentions We cooking up but no food in the kitchen Aye I got a rank in my city on god Ring a bell in ya ear like air pods False ice boy yo shit a facade Gold on me look like corn on the cob And we got it on lock mate If you need it get a flat rate Money make her feel sexy Just give me butt ashtray I just might pull up on yo bitch boy She gone suck my soul boy Sticks what I tote boy Glocks at yo throat boy I sip Dusse no deuce aye Run up yo shit sprayed Kick shit no sensei Chirp talk chic fil a