Pullin Up lyrics

by

Project Pat


[Intro]
Hahaha
Big Jerm on the track
Hahahaha
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Do it
Woo-ow

[Chorus: Coca Vango]
Pull up on your block with the (Woo)
Bustin' out the top with the (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
I'ma blow a whole check like (Woo)
Put some respect on it (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Pullin' up on your b*tch with the (Woo)
All my n*ggas with the shifts like (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Up, yeah
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Up, yeah
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
[Verse 1]
I'ma pull up in a two seater
Button down with a wifebeater
Bad b*tch, she a maneater
I ain't trippin' 'bout no b*tch, I'm a cash-getter
Why you trippin' bout the b*tch? Get the bag, n*gga
Real fast, n*gga, do the dash, n*gga
We ain't finished school, never went to class, n*gga
He say that he the man, but he livin' in the past, yeah
Pull up on them pus*y n*ggas, yeah
We gotta show them pus*y n*ggas, yeah
New bougie bad b*tch, long hair
Them n*ggas hate me, but the game ain't fair

[Chorus: Coca Vango]
Pull up on your block with the (Woo)
Bustin' out the top with the (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
I'ma blow a whole check like (Woo)
Put some respect on it (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Pullin' up on your b*tch with the (Woo)
All my n*ggas with the shifts like (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Up, yeah
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Up, yeah
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
[Verse 2: Snap Dogg & Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, what? Pull up in a Lyft (Yeah)
Came up off white girl, call it Taylor Swift (Okay)
Ten packs on me, walkin' out of Sak's Fifth (What)
sh*ttin' on these rappers, call me JR Smith (Whoa)
Oh-oh
Money ain't an issue
I be callin' plays like an official
Let that forty blow like a whistle
Hit 'em in the stomach, chest tissue
Do we have a problem?
Dishin' off the work, I'm Magic Johnson (Let's go)
I know the opps watchin' (They watchin')
Paint a n*gga head like Dennis Rodman (Yeah)
Pull up on your block, what that mob like? (Mob like)
Big chopstick, knock a n*gga house down (Bow, bow)
Yeah, all my n*ggas on, yeah, we hot now (Hot now)
Red zones, got spots right on Carlyle
Uh (Uh), big Benz, goin' apesh*t (Goin' apesh*t)
Mix the yay with the soda, that's a cake mix (Skrt)
n*gga, all this jewelry real, I don't fake sh*t (I don't fake sh*t)
All I do is cook dope and I make hits (And I make hits)
If it's on me, then it's on me, n*gga, both ways (Yeah)
Yeah, roll these so big, take up both lanes (Yeah)
Yeah, all white Benz like cocaine (Like cocaine)
All I do is talk gas, n*gga, propane, uh
[Chorus: Coca Vango]
Pull up on your block with the (Woo)
Bustin' out the top with the (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
I'ma blow a whole check like (Woo)
Put some respect on it (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Pullin' up on your b*tch with the (Woo)
All my n*ggas with the shifts like (Woo)
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Up, yeah
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Up, yeah
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
Swear to God, I'm pullin' up
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