Pull Up lyrics

[Hook]
Pull up with a hunnit n*ggas
Smelling like a lot of weed
Pocket full of hunnit beans
We them n*ggas on the scene
We been them n*ggas with hunnit n*ggas
Smelling like a lot of weed
Pocket full of hunnit beans
We them n*ggas on the scene
We been them n*ggas

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Still running around like a hunnit deep
f*ck you think, ain't nothing sweet
Might fly to your town, then fly n*ggas down, then come to your block like a hunnit deep
All black truck, guns in the jeep
Loft Miami straight from the beach
Might ? liquor, get something to eat
A n*gga do trip, give him something to keep
New York n*gga don't play that
2 door with the seat way back (Facts)
n*gga due owed better pay that
These n*ggas right here want pay back
When I had the braids going straight back
I was straight gang banging like A wack
Now my wrist all rocky like A$AP
You about that life then say that
Shouts to my n*ggas in Ksack
Some come home, n*gga some go straight back
My n*gga side ? did 8, came home n*gga like "Yo where the cake at?"
n*ggas wanna trip, then we hit em with the clip, and we shoot a n*gga up like take that, take that, take that
Like Diddy voice in 94' we ?
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[Verse 2]
A hunnit deep looking like a stampede
Who you muggin' n*gga? You don't do a damn thing
Touch one n*gga get your whole head knocked off
Big blunt got me smelling like hot sauce
Pocket full of money I feel like a teller
Slide in a b*tch I'm stepping on Marcellos
Step on a scene got these n*ggas all jealous
Whole team fresh like a pack of gum
Hunnit n*ggas yes that's a hunnit guns
A hunnit funerals, that's a hunnit nuns
Touch Capo get a shot to the head
Touch ? Feel your ass up with lead
Touch Greezy we'll leave your ass sleep
Yeah we them n*ggas that's up on the scene
Got n*ggas watching you, watching with beams
Vamp life, all you f*ck n*ggas in dreams
Freddy on the beat I'm a nightmare n*gga
A hunnit deep so don't fight that n*gga
If I don't got my gun, got my knife here n*gga
So don't f*ck around, lose your life here n*gga
Up in the club we mobbin' with Zoe's
Miami vamps you know how it goes
Fresh as f*ck we bring the cameras out
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[Verse 3]
These n*ggas be fraudulent and these b*tches be faking
All my n*ggas not cases, but never made no statements
I dropped out of them bandos
I kept me some montaga
When the night fall I switch cars, my garage look like acres
I feel like Floyd when he in the ring
Made a quarter mill with the Billie Jean
Big 45 with the limousine
Turn a n*gga beef into chili cheese
Keep my lungs full of collard greens
But we on though by any means
I need sprite and a pint of lean
All broads get the Jimmy Dean
Hit the block with a Glock, it's a rock, watch the ball like I'm in the league
It's a blackout
When I'm booked for a show it's a packed house
I live that sh*t y'all rap 'bout
Get a bad b*tch blow her back out
You know a n*gga bringing them stacks out
Straight to the studio from the trap house
Got my first rap check blew it all on a chain
That's 20k on a n*gga neck now
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