Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SahBabii
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deor
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull out, pull out, pull out
Pull out, pull out, pull out
Pull out
I'mma fuck on that hoe and I pull out
We on demon time, when that Glock out (plock out)
I'ma sicko, 'bout to be a pop out (pop out)
Too much blood, shit, we can't stop now (stop now)
Draw down
I'm not givin' up, bitch, I'm Pacquiao
He think he the boss, I'ma take him down
We, slide on that block with that G-17
We, slide on that block with that G-23
Boy, you not the Hulk like you mean, you just green
All of these shooters, can't play for my team
Rich **** shooters, they slidin' with beams
Pull out, I'ma fuck her, then take her to a cookout
She already had a hotdog, it's just cooked now
Them young **** rode, they don't go by the book now
Chopstick, biggest **** in the hood get shook down (Yeah, yeah)
I handle the beef like a chef, I think I could cook now
She came around squid, I got that hoe hooked now (Yeah)
He got his ass robbed shootin' dice, you shouldn't ever put down
Pull out, pull out, pull out
Pull out, pull out, pull out
Pull out
I'mma fuck on that hoe and I pull out
We on demon time, when that Glock out (plock out)
I'ma sicko, 'bout to be a pop out (pop out)
Too much blood, shit, we can't stop now (stop now)
Get in, get out, get out, get in
I'm so EBK, bitch I don't fit in
I'm the shit like the motha fuckin rear end
They got guns I got guns, who we fearing
Tired of goofies and **** getting wearied
Cause I'm wearied don't mean that I'm worried
You ain't never shot shit stop the stories
Like an animal
With my Mexicans dancing with skeletons
They some wannabe opps they irrelevant
We got switches, these **** got pellet guns
Ooooo
Put the target on ya back tryna be a long shooter
Ooooo
He gon crash out
Stupid **** tryna prove it
Pull out, pull out, pull out
Pull out, pull out, pull out
Pull out
I'mma fuck on that hoe and I pull out
We on demon time, when that Glock out (plock out)
I'ma sicko, 'bout to be a pop out (pop out)
Too much blood, shit, we can't stop now (stop now)
Written by: Sah Babii
