Pull Up lyrics

by

Brotha Lynch Hung


[Produced By AC3 Beats]

[Verse 1 – Trizz]
Gold Rolex on my neck when you see me n*gga
You got a problem you can holler when you see a n*gga
b*tches mad, I don’t know em when they see me n*gga
I don’t trust no racks, cause pimping ain’t easy n*gga
Who I’m with? Your b*tch when I ride up
Creep crap, two step when I slide up
You my cousin or we blood, make your mind up
We shoot out here, but if you with it we can line up
If you short with my scrilla you can get tied up
f*ck a b*tch, n*gga get money until your time up
That sh*t is vital, determining where you wind up
pus*y come with the territory so get your grind up
T R I crooked letters don’t forget it
I’m only out to get it, my n*gga I’m with the business
So if a n*gga asking you questions tell him I did it
Pull up where I’m at, n*gga with the ‘quipments
You can get it, b*tch

[Hook – Rick Taylor]
n*gga I’m bout that issue
Keep some killer goon n*ggas right on me
Goon n*ggas right on me
Yeah my squad official
Every n*gga 100 round me
100 round me
Got to keep a pistol, in case a n*gga wanna come try me
n*gga wanna try me
Yeah my squad official
And they want to kill a n*gga tonight
I’m about that issue
Don’t make me bust my pistol
I’m about that issue
Don’t make me bust my pistol


[Verse 2 – Chuuwee]
Give a f*ck what a n*gga got to say
Watch me spit up in a b*tch n*gga face like calm down
Grab a skinny little bitty by the waste
Tell a bad b*tch sit on my face
Man that sh*t is my way
This my one, I’m faded
Any problem that a n*gga ever had, I’ll face it
Pass me that blunt little b*tch, Imma face it
I’m 8 blunts deep, to the face, getting wasted
n*ggas all fake, on some copy then paste sh*t
My n*gga AC3 hit me with the bass like boom boom
Boom, fat ass big titties
Let me puff puff pass then smash that kitty cat
I heard a bummy ass n*gga say give me that
Gimme got shot with a brand new mini mac (brat)
Snapback for my fitted cap
n*gga south sack, Iraq where it’s really at

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Trizz]
Pull up gang, we out here, run that
Click clack, stay strapped, where your gun at?
Prepared and paranoid, don’t get bust at
Keep it low key cause ain’t no telling where the ones at
Starting drama for nothing, hey Imma [?] that
But if it’s money we talking then where them funds at
n*ggas hating for nothing like where the love at
I’m out here alone with no friends n*gga, f*ck that
You tryna go get this money, you can come with me
f*ck b*tches, get faded, have fun with me
I talk sh*t and it’s crazy how ain’t no slugs hit me
That’s cause I be killing, the crips and the bloods f*ck with me
They show me love like I’m banging a set
But really I’m strictly neutral, only bang in the west
I travel around the world, but I stay to the left
I went out on tour with Tech, and it gained me respect
n*gga

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