Pull Up ! Lyrics

Pull up Bitch

Pull up!

Pull up Bitch

Pull up!

Pull up Bitch

Pull up!

Tell that Bitch I ain't tryin' to fuck

Tell the bitch pull her pants up

Niggas tryna hate on Sir Guap, cause I got my bands up

I jus be popping my shit

Niggas mad they don't understand us

Yep Yep, Yep, Yep

Lets Go

My boy moving weight said he fill like he Pablo

I need the ice on my neck

My wrist need to cut like Toronto

This shit is too easy nigga yeah I do this shit with a blindfold

Blackberry diesel it's stuffed in the front so Im smokin' gelato

Gotta go get it so I can be up and be lit for tomorrow

Link with the bitch I put dick in her guts and guarantee she gon' swallow

Bottle up all of my feelings I put in her way don't got time to feel sorrow

Ahead of my class they put me at first I feel like Jack Harlow

Yeah, I fell in love with the money see I don't really want no friends

Yeah, I'm tryna get up a hunnid & skrt off in that Benz

Yeah I don't really trust these niggas

These niggas they like to pretend

My bitch she a brat she throwin' a fit when I don't wanna spend

I'm off of this earth

Bitch I'm a young nigga

No, I don't do no percs

She tryna have fun when niggas shorty she gon' bezerk

I can't go outside, a young nigga put in work

I can't go outside, a young nigga put in work

Look at my cup it's muddy

She tryna bring her buddy

Bitch, I'm a ball rugby

Don't get too close don't touch me

Most of these niggas be lame

I jus laugh to the bank cuz these fuck niggas funny

I'm still rockin' gold on my chain

I'm never gon' change

I'll never switch up for money

These niggas they switch on the gang

And they ain't say a thing

Nigga ain't say nothin

I jus like to stay in my lane and

I'm takin' a check and the balance is nothin

And I told these niggas in high school

Just what I'ma do

They thought I was bluffin!

Oh no you can't slide to the stu

If you ain't suckin dick

I'll just keep it a hunnid

Oh no, you can't slide to this spot if you ain't suckin' dick

Just keep it a hunnid

I'm just stackin' up hundreds

I'm stackin' up paper

Talk on the gang you meetin' your maker

Feel like Lebron, my club full of Lakers

Niggas my sons, I feel like Darth Vader

Hold up my D for all of my haters

Stay in the field I feel like I'm Baker

Go get your hoe, Sir Guapo gon slay her

Bih got me dead she think I'm a pay her

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