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Mulatto - Pull Up (feat. 21 Savage) (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Latto
Latto
Vocals
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alyssa Stephens
Alyssa Stephens
Songwriter
Christian "Hitmaka" Ward
Christian "Hitmaka" Ward
Songwriter
Joel Banks
Joel Banks
Songwriter
Taylor Banks
Taylor Banks
Songwriter
Germán Valdés
Germán Valdés
Songwriter
Ace Redd
Ace Redd
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Songwriter
Jaucquez Lowe
Jaucquez Lowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bankroll Got It
Bankroll Got It
Producer
Christian "Hitmaka" Ward
Christian "Hitmaka" Ward
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Joey Galvan
Joey Galvan
Engineer
Francisco "Frankie" Ramirez
Francisco "Frankie" Ramirez
Engineer
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Shawn "Source" Jarrett
Recording Engineer
Diego Avendano
Diego Avendano
Producer

Lyrics

Diego, Diego (Hitmaka!) (B-B-Bankroll Got it) Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (skrrt) Bought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (pew, pew, pew) Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot Birkin for the chop, got these bitches shocked I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (nah) Rock Chanel with my white toes and we speak in code (shh) I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (nah) I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (yeah, yeah) I might slap the shit out a bitch, caught her playin' around (playin' around) I rock Prada, fuck with ballers that be movin' pounds (trappers) Make that nigga ice me out, these hoes gon' fuck for free though (free though) I get chips like Cheetos, 1942, no Tito (nah) Bitch, I'm quarantine clean, you can't touch me with gloves Nigga rollin' off a bean, tryna shoot up the club (shoot up the club) Hate when silly hoes talk crazy on the 'Gram, bitch, get your bag up I'm a city girl with the backend, can't wait to go and act up Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (skrrt) Bought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (pew, pew, pew) Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot Birkin for the chop, got these bitches shocked I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (nah) Rock Chanel with my white toes and we speak in code (shh) I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (nah) I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (21) (yeah, yeah) I got M's for days, I like sticks and K's (21) I'm a real stepper, I don't stand in line for J's (on God) If that's your shooter, I hope you paid him minimum wage (21) Caught his BM at the stop sign, she said she go both ways (on God) I'm big 4L and they know that (21) Run up on me, I'ma blow that (straight up) Please tell me where the opps at (straight up) 'Cause they never be where the hoes at (pussy) What's your advance? I blow that (pussy) Hunnid round drum, nigga, hold that (pussy) I take a walk when I pour that (21) Them niggas drink green with they broke ass (21) Chrome Heart jeans with the racks in 'em (facts) All my spots got plaques in 'em (facts) All my cars got straps in 'em (big facts) All my songs got facts in 'em (bigger facts) All my opps got racks with 'em (21) Slaughter Gang, I'll stick an axe in 'em (21) Never been friendly, I don't dap niggas (21) I don't want a Grammy, I'm a rap nigga (21) Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (skrrt) Bought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (pew, pew, pew) Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot Birkin for the chop, got these bitches shocked I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (nah) Rock Chanel with my white toes and we speak in code (shh) I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (nah) I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Robert Reese, Theodore Thomas, Javar Rockamore, Naujour Grainger, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Maurice Mitchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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