Pull Up

Pull Up Or I'll be slidin by with the bite Stop the barkin when they start it Or it's harder to fight Pull up Or i'll be poppin off at the light All we needed was a spark Got our target in sight Pull Up Or I'll be slidin by with the bite Stop the barkin when they start it Or it's harder to fight Pull up Or i'll be poppin off at the light All we needed was a spark Got our target in sight Yeah right nah They ain't got the balls bruh Ballin on the bums Boutta leave em all crossed up Under 5'9 Still beat 'em at the at the toss up Boss with the sauce Like the leader of the pot luck I was overseas Really shootin and lootin Couple of hundred rounds of heavy metal Death was a brewin So when someone comes at me sideways They don't know what they doin Playing with your fucking life Boutta leave you in ruins Pull up pussy mother fucker Like you said you were doin Invested in a vest Ready to get heavy and brutal 2 Vs a few May the odds be forever in your favor, I ain't even worried bout a little bitch F*ck a hater Messin with a vet Show me some respect Dont make me collect Pullin up and I'm dumpin til it's red That's a fuckin threat Nevertheless Puttin 2 in your chest Shouldn't of 2nd guessed on the test Never been 2nd best Willin to fuckin bet Pull Up Or I'll be slidin by with the bite Stop the barkin when they start it Or it's harder to fight Pull up Or i'll be poppin off at the light All we needed was a spark Got our target in sight Pull Up Or I'll be slidin by with the bite Stop the barkin when they start it Or it's harder to fight Pull up Or i'll be poppin off at the light All we needed was a spark Got our target in sight You know you don't really want no war with Ed I gotta squad around me like the walking dead I said, I grip it up n pull on up, Equip the clip n let it dump Ya head erupt, cuz you fucked around n said too much Its the, street veteran bad to the skeleton Aggression and adrenaline embedded in my melanin If its beef theres just no settling, check my references Words done so much dirt, he shoulda earned a lettermen Boss hog, yeah bitch I'm bailing thru ya back streets Mossburg in the back seat, quick ta clip ya man wings Peep the regimen of my regime, Well oiled machines Infrared beams and extended magazines Pulls up where you lives at, send bullets through ya brim hat That bo flex like a gymrat n trim fat like slimfast F*ck up out yo feelings, got opps up to the ceiling Don't f*ck with no vermillions, we puts em on a guildan I FUCKIN DO THIS