Pull Up Wit a Rack

I just drop my main, because I can't get no response Remember before class I used to hit a thousand times Now I'm at the spot with the homie making hits If money grew on trees then watch me pull up with a switch Pull up with a stick, I'm like an animal I told ya French kissing your girl, I had to do it for the culture Russian roulette on these niggas preying like a volture Stomping on their necks, I gotta treat 'em likes some cobras I'm rolling in a Jag, I had to cop a bag Mommy getting sad, I'm stunting like my dad Pulled in a basic whip and all these niggas laughed I can't even be mad, 'cause now that's just my past Pulled up Ninth Grade playing with the roof up Jumping out the whip with purple drank inside a cool cup Ruger, I can't leave the house without my Ruger Getting so much brain I gotta thank god for my tutor I'm balling, I'm so awesome Ice around my neck now all these bitches call me frosty When I hit the track, man the track get saucy I'm stunting, stone cold Steve Austin You farted, arted A-B Honor roll, All Fs you retarded You know we in the back with the models Bout to pop them and the bottles On sum 3rd Ward shit JDR shit 3am shit That's the Mob, bitch If you ain't with the pack, then on our back Niggas talking crack, watch that nigga get clapped Pull up with a rack, I throw a bag Pull up with a rack, I throw a bag Pull up with a rack, I throw a bag Pull up with a rack, I throw a bag Niggas talking shit, watch that nigga get hit Niggas talking shit, watch that nigga get hit Boy I pull up with a rack, and throw a bag Pull up with a rack watch nigga throw a bag, aye Watch a nigga blow a bag, aye Bet that bitch gon throw it back Pull up with a bag Bet that bitch gon throw it back, aye Bet that bitch gon throw it back, aye