Lyrics

Pull up I came with the army, all of your niggas they on me He wanna feel on my body, he wanna eat up the 'nani I do not fear anybody, one for the dearly departed I don't do half-hearted, I'ma finish what I started Tell-tell me what really made you think that you could fuck with me? Pretty but I can get ugly, trust me I be on some fuckery Ya man thinks I'ma spice I'm cool and I'm nice, is that why you ain't thinking twice? Bitch I'm on my job, need to check out my CV, I ain't inna da hype Man I used to live a different life, big trips plugin' bits of white Niggas think it's sweet now I'm on the mic I just like money, I ain't got a type No bark but I got bite Tell me how you niggas sleep at night? (How you niggas do?) Hating on a bitch who ain't never had shit but she got her money right And tell me why these bitches on my dick? Talking 'bout "big sis", "lil' sis", all you fake bitches make me sick Cah I heard you been talking shit and I know you ain't on piss Like Fivi' I got me some Big Drip I'm in that, you can't afford this, I'm gonna be on the Forbes list Pull up and let shit go, pull up and let shit go Give me my dough No, we ain't cool, we ain't bro Don't know why you moving slow, you already know Pull up and let shit go, pull up and let shit go (okay, okay) Pull up and let shit go, pull up and let shit go (woo-woo, woo-woo) Pull up and let shit go, pull up and let shit go (go, go) Pull up and let shit go, pull up and let shit go (go, go) Pull up and let shit go, pull up and let shit go (woo-woo, woo-woo) Pull up and let shit go, uh Pull up let, shit go off (baow) Give me something black to throw on (throw on) Two hands on the ting I'll hold on Come, I'll spray it, mind who you roll on (mind, oh) Told lil' bro don't step with randoms, mind you get told on (orh) Dior let me try that coat on Name me a strip that I ain't put snow on Need me a Rollie wetter (wetter) LV no stoney sweater (sweater) Get the drop, load Beretta (Beretta) Young boy missed, told him hold his head up Bankroll big, that's loads of cheddar By that rock but the yola's better (yola) See me in the dance, don't ask if I got it You should know me better (huh) I ain't gotta brag or boast And if they pay me the bag, I'll go (comin') She just wanna gag and choke Might, might get her the bag at most (huh) Feds probably tapped my phone Cah their not sure if it's rap or road (road) Know that it's real, no cap involved You ain't done none, just rappin' loads (chatty) Let shawty lock this .50 Now on the 'Gram she a different person (person) Gave-gave her a check now she in Louis different purses (huh) I just get packs and serve them Snow from here but this Buj' is Turkish I'm in the booth or flying them birds Trapper, rapper, I'm working Pull up and let shit go, pull up and let shit go Give me my dough No, we ain't cool, we ain't bro Don't know why you moving slow, you already know Pull up and let shit go, pull up and let shit go (okay, okay) Pull up and let shit go, pull up and let shit go (woo-woo, woo-woo) Pull up and let shit go, pull up and let shit go (go, go) Pull up and let shit go, pull up and let shit go (go, go) Pull up and let shit go, pull up and let shit go (woo-woo, woo-woo) Pull up and let shit go, ayy
Writer(s): Oliver Sebastian Rodigan, Devonte Kasi Perkins Martin, Thyra Oji Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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