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Pull Up
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Gangsta Rap
Pull Up was released on March 4, 2014 by Swagg Nation Records LLC as a part of the album Trap Still Boomin' 1
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Release DateMarch 4, 2014
LabelSwagg Nation Records LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM133

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cashout
Cashout
Performer
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah
We 'bout to pull up
Shee
Who you pulling up with, Rich Homie?
Thugger
I'm talkin' 'bout that's my motherfuckin' brother
Shee, shee, shee, shee
Let's go, let's go
Magic City, Follies, bitches wildin', make me– Pull up (Pull up, pull up)
Molly cleaner than a stylist, plus I– Pulled up
If a **** come around talkin' 'bout me, best believe my **** gon'– Pull up
Chopper dancin', it gon' make your bitch ass– Pull up (Up, up, up, up)
Pull up (Pull up), pull up (Pull up)
Pull up (Pull up)
Pull up (Pull up), pull up (Pull up)
Next thing you know, a **** pulled up (Hey)
Next thing you know, a **** pulled up (Hey)
Next thing you know, a **** pulled up (Hey)
Next thing you know, a **** pulled up
Pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up, ayy)
Pull up on a **** in a new car (New?)
Then I might pull up on 'em in they boo car (Skrrt)
Fuck one, I'ma pull up with two Glocks (Two)
Still throwin' money in the shoebox (Money)
Still got hoes on the Southside (Oh, oh)
Off-set twenty-fours make it low-ride (Off-set)
Talk shit, I'll shoot out both eyes (Fah, fah, fah)
I done did a lot of shit they don't know about (They don't know, they don't know)
Me and Thugger, and we got a hundred bitches on the way
I got brothers who grew up in them trenches without a thing
Without my name I wouldn't be shit, that's why they hatin' (Rich Homie)
Thank you Lord, I made it
And when it come to the strip clubs, my favorite–
Magic City, Follies, bitches wildin', make me– Pull up (Pull up, pull up)
Molly cleaner than a stylist, plus I– Pulled up
If a **** come around talkin' 'bout me, best believe my **** gon'– Pull up
Chopper dancin', it gon' make your bitch ass– Pull up (Up, up, up, up)
Pull up (Pull up), pull up (Pull up)
Pull up (Pull up)
Pull up (Pull up), pull up (Pull up)
Next thing you know, a **** pulled up (Hey)
Next thing you know, a **** pulled up (Hey)
Next thing you know, a **** pulled up (Hey)
Next thing you know, a **** pulled up
Pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah)
I'ma hit it from the back (Ooh)
I'ma pull up on a **** with his bitch pussy wetter than a lake (Wet)
Young Quan got a ****'s bitch clamped to the seat in the back of the new car, no pay (Rich Homie)
Got more loud than a parade (And what?)
No copy, but her face I paste (What?)
Whole spot, that's in route like a raid (Sheesh)
Chop a **** in by the threes, no page (Skrrt)
Yay (Skrrt, skrrt)
Young **** diamonds yellow like I go to Mays (Skrrt)
Wait (Skrrt, skrrt)
Don't move and let buddy nut in your face (Skeet, skeet, skeet), in your face
Swear to God I think my blunt came with my shoes the way they lay laced (Geeked up)
Get the fuck out my face and pull up to–
Magic City, Follies, bitches wildin', make me– Pull up (Pull up, pull up)
Molly cleaner than a stylist, plus I– Pulled up
If a **** come around talkin' 'bout me, best believe my **** gon'– Pull up
Chopper dancin', it gon' make your bitch ass– Pull up (Up, up, up, up)
Pull up (Pull up), pull up (Pull up)
Pull up (Pull up)
Pull up (Pull up), pull up (Pull up)
Next thing you know, a **** pulled up (Hey)
Next thing you know, a **** pulled up (Hey)
Next thing you know, a **** pulled up (Hey)
Next thing you know, a **** pulled up
Pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up, ayy)
I don't know none of these ****
All my ****, they 'bout it best believe they'll– Pull up, pull up
And I ain't even stuntin' a little bit (Hey)
But if she want dick, best believe I'ma– Pull up, pull up
And I'ma pull up in the latest Bentley with your lady with me
And make her mini skirt– Pull up, pull up
I'ma try to make it hurt– Pull up, pull up
LeBron at the baseline– Pull up, pull up
I don't know none of these people, hey (Shee, sheesh)
I don't know none of these people, nah (I don't know nothin' 'bout you)
I don't know, I don't know, hey (I don't know nothin' 'bout you)
I don't know, I don't know, yeah
Gotta check my side, how you feel Thug?
And I swear I don't know nothin' 'bout these **** (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
Don't know nothin' 'bout these bitches, nah (No, no)
No (Hey), no (Nah)
Nothin' 'bout these bitches (Ayy)
I don't know nothin' 'bout these bitches, no
No, no, no, no, ayy
No, no, no, no, ayy
Nothin' 'bout these bitches
I don't know nothin' 'bout these bitches, ****
No, no, no, no
Written by: Dequantes Lamar
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