Pull Up On Ya lyrics

[Verse 1]
n*ggas on the inside wishin' for the outside
Peanut butter inside, candy red outside
Hit you with the nine now your inside-outside
Pull up in that foreign that'll leave your b*tch mouth wide
n*ggas talkin sh*t, most 'em don't know that I got mob ties
Run up on the 'wop and you're gonna end up hog-tied
Catch me in the kitchen whippin chickens like it's popeye's
? leave your ass for some hot fries
Timbs on slip and slide, I'm a slick guy
I'm a black guy, give me five on the black side
I'm a trap god, leave your numbers by the black guy
He a live-wire, I'ma shut down his wi-fi

[Hook]
I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma pull up on you
I'ma call my young n*ggas and have them pull up on you
You don't want no you don't want no n*ggas to pull up on you
I'ma call my young n*ggas and have them pull up on you
I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma pull up on you
I'ma call my young n*ggas and have them pull up on you
You don't want no you don't want no n*ggas to pull up on you
I'ma call my young n*ggas and have them pull up on you

[Verse 2]
Playing with Gucci Mane is just like playing with a lighter
Playing games with Gucci Mane is just like touching fire
Got tattoos on my face my neck my arm but I'm not a biker
Got a 4-5-8 Ferrari, b*tch i got the title
I'm from East Atlanta Georgia man that sh*t just like The Wire
You say you from Zone 6 but my n*gga you know you lyin'
I'm a lover and a fighter and a motherf*ckin striker
These lames keep comin' around me and they know that I don't like it
If I spit dead in this n*gga face do you think that I tried him?
If I tell this b*tch she ain't my girl then what the f*ck is she crying
You would think I'm at the grocery store with the collard greens I'm buying
You would kno that i'm the plug cause of all these n*ggas i'm supplying
'Wop!
[Hook]