PULL YA WEIGHT! (feat. SYNC) - J-RAA, Zakk Riffle & Ninjicky: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

J-RAA, Zakk Riffle & Ninjicky

PULL YA WEIGHT! (feat. SYNC)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

PULL YA WEIGHT! (feat. SYNC) was released on July 25, 2025 by GT DIGITAL / GE Music Group as a part of the album PULL YA WEIGHT! (feat. SYNC) - Single

Song Details

AlbumPULL YA WEIGHT! (feat. SYNC) - Single

Release DateJuly 25, 2025

LabelGT DIGITAL / GE Music Group

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM139

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

J-RAA

Performer

Zakk Riffle

Performer

Ninjicky

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jacob Rau

Songwriter

Zachary Riffle

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Zakk Riffle

Producer

Biho

Producer

Lyrics

Why you always find a way

To always break ya plate?

God forbid you even find a way to pull ya weight

Now pull ya weight

God damn, no one's safe

Pull ya weight

God damn, no one's safe like

I just rocked a show off a doobie and some vodka

Found me a new hoe, gave me brain like she a scholar

Stackin' all this guala

Only rockin' wit' my partners

Bottles poppin, fuck the oppas

Want a problem? Get it started, yuh

Fuck I'm gonna do when you buss at me boy?

I'ma buss first wit' a one two three boy

I can see you wanna be just like me boy

Any time you see me it get tough to breathe boy

Hoppin' in the pit, bloody knuckles in a fist fight

Never love again but you know I'm servin' dick right?

I been on my plumber shit the way I carry this pipe

Pussy wanna try me, li'l bitch you better think twice, huh

Overtime pay, no raise still clearin' out the bank like (FAA FAA)

Wanna throw shade? Y'all lame I don't care what y'all say, y'all fake like (WAA WAA)

Mac 11 spray all day, that's a renegade, put it on Jay like (RAA RAA)

Fuck 'em all mayne, on gang I'm just tryna get paid, fuck fame

Stretch a bitch out like some Bungee Gum

Watchin' plenty bodies fall like it's Humpty Dump

Call of Duty wit' the strap, it's a 1v1

Fully auto in yo' neighborhood just because

I be feelin' on yo' bitch where the undie was

Let the club beat bump, I'ma run these chumps

I'm fuck these sluts, I'ma up these bucks

I'ma let my homie SYNC tell 'em what we does like blah

Yuh, fuck is we doin'?

Drop me the pin I'm runnin' into it

What's up?

Need me a bag

Send me the shit let's run it let's do it

Fuck

Young SYNC goin' up

Tense, keep me a Mac in the trunk

Say what, I up that stick

I'm lookin' for a reason to dump

Aye, woah

I can't see off the dope

Still hit all that shit you missin'

Comin' straight for ya throat

Stick tucked under my coat

No time, I ain't gotta kick do's

You should switch from rap to stand up

All this shit a joke

I'm on it

I know these bitches want it

I can't stop runnin' 'til these pockets filled up with some hunnids

I don't want hoes all up in my shit

Been quiet, I stay out the mix

Fuck I need to start my day?

Just me, my blunt and my bitch

I don't sleep, I just coast

Throw that static all damn week

Mind full of ghosts

I'm problematic with the stick

I want the smoke in the rearview

Rabid in the dark wit' the fists I'ma stick to

Shrunk out tee so the vibe wouldn't hear you

Cut through the noise and the sound so spiritual

Why you always find a way

To always break ya plate?

God forbid you even find a way to pull ya weight

Now pull ya weight

God damn, no one's safe

Pull ya weight

God damn, no one's safe like

Been trappin' since 19

Grandma died, heart broke into pieces

Youngen in school better listen to my thesis

If he ain't payin' me I'ma chop him down to pieces, huh

Competitive I don't wanna feel defeated

Cuz a youngen like me is just conceited

I don't ever wanna say that I conceded

And if you're real then you know where my feet is

Ever since a kid, was just a fetus

I been lickin' bitches you know, just the Swedish

And they ate my balls like it was Swedish

All the bitches want the Chinese dragon, it's a fetish

Fettuccine bitch she said that she wanna fuck me

Eenie meenie miney moe, wait these hoes dusty

Nine milly on my hip, yeah that shit trusty

Trust me li'l homie my aim is not rusty

Mi familia been dying

Immediate action, boy don't have me mediated

Cuz as soon as I do

Then he gon' be on the media news

Nothin' but cryin'

Oh is it cuz he saw his li'l bro dyin'?

Or when I pulled up stepped in like a giant

I don't know too much homie I just speak facts

All of the rest of y'all gotta make statements, damn

Bullets Superman they flyin'

Faster than a speeding bullet

Yeah I know that boy he tryin'

I could cook them in a pan

Cuz you know that I would fry 'em

When I said that I had done it

I told y'all I wasn't lyin', yuh

Why you always find a way

To always break ya plate?

God forbid you even find a way to pull ya weight

Now pull ya weight

God damn, no one's safe

Pull ya weight

God damn, no one's safe like

Written by: Jacob Rau, Zachary Riffle

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