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Pull Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Pull Up was released on 6 April 2018 by Spitflame Fam as a part of the album Pull Up - Single
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Release Date6 April 2018
LabelSpitflame Fam
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM60

Credits

Lyrics

Rest in peace to my brother Razor
Pour a little liquor then we get gone pull up, pull up
Roll another Bibby on the highway soon as I fill up
Word to the homie Good Fella
Give me the beat and I kill it
Give me the light and I be higher than the ceiling
All fam no friends start billing
I ain't fucking with you phonies
If you know me then you owe me
I wanna pull up where the hoes be
Pull up 21 tell her holla at a OG
I'm so brand new and you know me, bitches
I tell the bitch pull up, pull up
Stack it to my pocket give me more Gs
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I'm steady counting my gouda
I want my money in stacks, it's dollars and rulers
And when we pull up bet your bitches be choosing me
Smoking on the best weed
Drinking on the best shit, King Louie 1-3
All fam no friends when we pull up
If you really fucking with me then pull up
Smoking on the best weed
Drinking on the best shit
And I got my **** with me
All fam no friends with me
If you really fucking with me **** pull up
Smoking on the best weed
Drinking on the best shit
And I got my **** with me
All fam no friends with me
If you really fucking with me **** pull up
**** pull up
If you really fucking with me pull up on me holla holla
All family no friends no snakes around
Got some **** that I used to call family I don't fuck with
I don't do the sucker shit
I don't fuck with **** you ain't fucking with
I don't fuck with bitches you be fucking with
Real **** I'm a hundred I don't switch up on 'em
For my **** I'd die before I pitch up on 'em
Smoking on the best weed
Drinking on the best shit, getting irie
**** that I started with
Came up from the bottom with, right beside me
Free my **** on them cell blocks
I got green dots screenshots
Toast to them **** who didn't make it
And toast to them **** who did make it, ayy
Free my **** on them cell blocks
I'ma be rocking with you when shit stop
Toast to them **** who didn't make it
And fuck you to all the **** that's hating, ayy
Smoking on the best weed
Drinking on the best shit
And I got my **** with me
All fam no friends with me
If you really fucking with me **** pull up
Smoking on the best weed
Drinking on the best shit
And I got my **** with me
All fam no friends with me
If you really fucking with me **** pull up
When I pull up and I hop out
Fam over everything that's what I'm talking 'bout
I'm a hustler the money don't make me
But I'm a gangster the streets done raised me, get it?
Everyday money I'm with it, with it
Dab 'til the shoe strings fitted, fitted
And every damn show I'm with it
Watch your back from you suckers they just might get it, quit it
Give a fuck about a bitch, it's Lucci
Twenty bands old school is gucci
Now I'm rocking with the fam, supply and demand
The best way and only way it should be
Getting money by the crop still smoking
All the way to the top where we going
We keep it lit, spit flame in it
We on, everything going
Smoking on the best weed
Drinking on the best shit
And I got my **** with me
All fam no friends with me
If you really fucking with me **** pull up
Smoking on the best weed
Drinking on the best shit
And I got my **** with me
All fam no friends with me
If you really fucking with me **** pull up
Written by: Javar Rockamore, Maurice Mitchell, Naujour Grainger, Robert Reese, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Theodore Thomas
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