Pull Up (feat. Trouble Doms)

Yeah I ride down town, and my hoe got drip
You ain’t ever hear a word, cuz bro got split
This life style baby, yeah I promise it exist
Ima run up all these bands, and ima put em on my wrist
Everybody gotta eat, so I’m dishin’ the assist
Pull up, I’m pissed, that chop got kick
Pull up, you pass, your pass got picked
Pull up, I drip, holdup you sick
Spin ya block off
Talk, talk, talk bands get you knocked off
Play around, holdup knock your socks off
Shawty play games, you gon get blocked off
Racks by the hundred
I’m keepin’ it flooded
Why you want to punt it?
Like all of a sudden
Tip toe like I’m Sutton
Like who you need your lovin’?
Who need your lovin’?
All of my bitches they come by the dozen
You can’t talk to me, if ain’t about money
In love with these hundreds, these fifties, these twenties
Askin’ ya bitch, and she say that she love me
Yo boyfriend be talkin’ one call, and it’s ugly
Really ain’t no other nigga can sub me
I’m twirlin’ my wrist, while I’m pourin’ the muddy
Yeah I ride down town, and my hoe got drip
You ain’t ever hear a word, cuz bro got split
This life style baby, yeah I promise it exist
Ima run up all these bands, and ima put em on my wrist
Everybody gotta eat, so I’m dishin’ the assist
Pull up, I’m pissed, that chop got kick
Pull up, you pass, your pass got picked
Pull up, I drip, holdup you sick
Racks on, racks on, in my zone
I’ve been gone too long, now she blowin’ up my phone
She bad to the bone, yeah I know
You can really open up, let your real feelings show
We can take things slow
If you want, but you know I pop out, and my wrist is on froze
Runnin’ bands up only thing I know
Leave him quiet, bitch we’ll do it on the low
See the fear in his eyes through the scope
Tip toe, like watch how you approach
Feel the pain, but you know I’m gon cope
Run it up, lil’ nigga take notes
Burnin’ bread got a whole lot of toast
We ain’t broke, take ya cup, have a toast
Yeah I ride down town, and my hoe got drip
You ain’t ever hear a word, cuz bro got split
This life style baby, yeah I promise it exist
Ima run up all these bands, and ima put em on my wrist
Everybody gotta eat, so I’m dishin’ the assist
Pull up, I’m pissed, that chop got kick
Pull up, you pass, your pass got picked
Pull up, I drip, holdup you sick