Pull Up lyrics

by

Quadeca


[Intro: KSI]
Drip and sip
Drip and sip
Pull up, pull up, pull up

[Chorus: KSI]
Pull up, pull up in the gold, I'm leadin'
All them other man need feedin'
I don't wanna go Bombay
Them man don't know what I do when I go from Bealing
Leadin' the pack in black and I'm on with the bag
Snapping with the phone and dab
Brush up on man with the duster
Put 'em on the drip and sip blockbuster

[Verse 1: KSI]
Win, win, win, that's the only M.O
Ring ring ring, I reply with N-O
Call me Leno, how they ha, ha
Switch up the ting as I hit bellow
Switch up the ting as I drink mellow
Switch up the ting in my black and yellow, so fresh, clean
Saw the ting and she popped like hello
Drink from the bottle, I'm making a puddle
Call up the server to clean up the bubbles
She want a sip of the glorious, like I'm the warriors
She want a taste of the double
Holy moly, that's a holy rollie
Drippin', drippin', icy skippin'
Showin', dippin', like 'em curvy
f*ckin’ early, curb the callin'
Why's she falling? So annoying (Oh my God)
Keep up the feeling of not feeling cold
Switch up on man if he now wanna flinch
pus*yo, tryna save life with a clinch
Fishing the net, I'm OP with the bait
118, 118, no debate
Letting them know I can never be late
CEO, b*tch
[Chorus: KSI]
Pull up, pull up in the gold, I'm leadin'
All them other man need feedin'
I don't wanna go Bombay
Them man don't know what I do when I go from Bealing
Leadin' the pack in black and I'm on with the bag
Snapping with the phone and dab
Brush up on man with the duster
Put 'em on the drip and sip blockbuster

[Verse 2: Jme]
Trust, pull up, pull up, silent, can't pree me
I'm a Nike man, ACG me
I'm alright, fam, don't want freebies
SJW's can't PC me
Lyrics trouble you? Yeah, man, me three
That's why man I write bars fam, easy
Don't like what I say? SMD, please
Didn't do nothing last time, man, CA
Pull up, pull up outside and meet me
About drugs, what? Boots or GP?
About plug, what? AC/DC?
About tug, what? Ropes in PE?
About slugs, what? Garden, green leaf?
Chat 'bout guns, you wish fam, genie
p*ss yourself every time man see me
Soon as I say "Bonjour", fam, "oui-oui"
Pull up, pull up them stats and see, please
On road, online, and TV
Durag, cane row, or big greasy
Afro like Risky Roadz DVD
You're a Game Boy colour, I'm PC
You can take part, but you can't compete, see
'Cause man's foundation, you can't beat me
Better luck next time, GG
Pull up, pull up, vinyl or CD
Either one, fam, bust that wheelie
At your door like SKY or BT
Shake man up, get grimy and greasy
Roadrunner, dun told man, meep meep
RT1, not a dino GT
One wheel up to the sky like ET
Jake 100 stylie, you see me
[Chorus: KSI]
Pull up, pull up in the gold, I'm leadin'
All them other man need feedin'
I don't wanna go Bombay
Them man don't know what I do when I go from Bealing
Leadin' the pack in black and I'm on with the bag
Snapping with the phone and dab
Brush up on man with the duster
Put 'em on the drip and sip blockbuster

[Verse 3: KSI]
Crown for the teeth
Royalty when I'm speakin' the beef
I'm a G when it comes to the guap
I get M's when I play, I get M's when I stop
I get blem when I trade the devil for that lettuce
Watch me grow like I'm Madison Pettis
Styrofoam my ten-piece
Then I get the bag I popped from last week
I gun lean on that runway, 218 on that one way
Feeling like Hamilton, F1
The key on the board when they're needing me
They never play me before, now they feeling me
Diamonds, I know she adore when I'm dealing them
I'm rolling heavy, don't try to press
Make you ugly like Betty
b*tch
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