Pull Up (TTP3) lyrics

[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]
All my n*ggas down to ride
You ain't bout it, n*gga, you done lie
I'm cold, every time I slide
Couple n*ggas, chopper up inside
I get money, nothin here is free
Nothin fake, real is what you see
Yeah, you hard, but you can't f*ck with me
Now pull up, pull up

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
I hear haters thinkin something sweet
Pull up, this chopper take him off his feet
You ain't talkin money, ain't no point of speakin
b*tch, I'm about that action, all you do is cheap
Ain't no other standing, f*ck a conversation
I'm king, respected across the nation
Pull up on a n*gga, run up like we racing
I don't catch a charge, be like a home invasion
I fill up a n*gga, like four cups
as*h*le by nature, give no f*cks
I kill a n*gga dead, no toetrucks
It's me, n*gga, don't look tough
Don't take much to catch a body, f*ck the Mozerati
Stole it, pull up like a jocky
Grab the Drako, beam him up like he's Scotty
Take care of you, beat him up, like we was Rocky
[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]
All my n*ggas down to ride
You ain't bout it, n*gga, you done lie
I'm cold, every time I slide
Couple n*ggas, chopper up inside
I get money, nothin here is free
Nothin fake, real is what you see
Yeah, you hard, but you can't f*ck with me
Now pull up, pull up

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
A Lee parked, do ten with Mertin
Young n*gga strapped up, leavin bodies dirty
Funny ass n*gga, na, we don't joke around a lot
One phone call, have them killers at your mama spot
Camped outside, like them new Jordans coming out
Bars, na, n*gga, you gotta show me what you talkin bout
Tarzan n*gga, we don't squobble, we can shoot it out
Now they wanna squosh beef, that's that sh*t I'm talkin bout
Tats on your face, n*gga, don't feel it
Real street n*ggas go tattoo less
Fre Lil Jordan, bro doin fifty years
It's drank city, b*tch, we don't sip beer
Hundred rocket missiles in case a n*gga got ears
Poppin at your temple, it don't matter where it hit you
Hit m with the money, lil homies come and get you
f*ckin with me, all them n*ggas with me official
[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]
All my n*ggas down to ride
You ain't bout it, n*gga, you done lie
I'm cold, every time I slide
Couple n*ggas, chopper up inside
I get money, nothin here is free
Nothin fake, real is what you see
Yeah, you hard, but you can't f*ck with me
Now pull up, pull up

[Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth]
Set the wave, let a n*gga slip
Bustin out the band, do it just like TIP
Long ass gun barol, if a n*gga try to trip
Let a f*ck n*gga get his whole sinked ship
Ride through the hood, Truth lookin like a mennis
If I catch you talkin sh*t, make you lookin like a dentist
Doin bidniss with me, I let you know when it's finished
Imma take his ass to the terf, like a scrimmage
King of the streets, when they speakin my name
I feel like the sea, b*tch, I'm makin it rain
Pull up, facts, I set it right through your frame
Don't make m like me, so we are not the same
No matter the color, they know who it is
Got that K with me, like I run with Wiz
Have them n*ggas come through with me, like we runnin the biz
Bidness with TIP, then he go back to handlin his
[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]
All my n*ggas down to ride
You ain't bout it, n*gga, you done lie
I'm cold, every time I slide
Couple n*ggas, chopper up inside
I get money, nothin here is free
Nothin fake, real is what you see
Yeah, you hard, but you can't f*ck with me
Now pull up, pull up