Pull Up with 100 N*iggaz (feat. Zoey Dollaz, YD & Ball Greezy)

Pull up with a hunnit ****

Smelling like a lot of weed

Pocket full of hunnit beans

We them **** on the scene

We been them **** with hunnit ****

Smelling like a lot of weed

Pocket full of hunnit beans

We them **** on the scene

We been them ****

Still running around like a hunnit deep

Fuck you think, ain't nothing sweet

Might fly to your town, then fly **** down, then come to your block like a hunnit deep

All black truck, guns in the jeep

Loft Miami straight from the beach

Might ? liquor, get something to eat

A **** do trip, give him something to keep

New York **** don't play that

2 door with the seat way back (Facts)

**** due owed better pay that

These **** right here want pay back

When I had the braids going straight back

I was straight gang banging like A wack

Now my wrist all rocky like A$AP

You about that life then say that

Shouts to my **** in Ksack

Some come home, **** some go straight back

My **** side ? did 8, came home **** like "Yo where the cake at?"

**** wanna trip, then we hit em with the clip, and we shoot a **** up like take that, take that, take that

Like Diddy voice in 94' we ?

A hunnit deep looking like a stampede

Who you muggin' ****? You don't do a damn thing

Touch one **** get your whole head knocked off

Big blunt got me smelling like hot sauce

Pocket full of money I feel like a teller

Slide in a bitch I'm stepping on Marcellos

Step on a scene got these **** all jealous

Whole team fresh like a pack of gum

Hunnit **** yes that's a hunnit guns

A hunnit funerals, that's a hunnit nuns

Touch Capo get a shot to the head

Touch ? Feel your ass up with lead

Touch Greezy we'll leave your ass sleep

Yeah we them **** that's up on the scene

Got **** watching you, watching with beams

Vamp life, all you fuck **** in dreams

Freddy on the beat I'm a nightmare ****

A hunnit deep so don't fight that ****

If I don't got my gun, got my knife here ****

So don't fuck around, lose your life here ****

Up in the club we mobbin' with Zoe's

Miami vamps you know how it goes

Fresh as fuck we bring the cameras out

These **** be fraudulent and these bitches be faking

All my **** not cases, but never made no statements

I dropped out of them bandos

I kept me some montaga

When the night fall I switch cars, my garage look like acres

I feel like Floyd when he in the ring

Made a quarter mill with the Billie Jean

Big 45 with the limousine

Turn a **** beef into chili cheese

Keep my lungs full of collard greens

But we on though by any means

I need sprite and a pint of lean

All broads get the Jimmy Dean

Hit the block with a Glock, it's a rock, watch the ball like I'm in the league

It's a blackout

When I'm booked for a show it's a packed house

I live that shit y'all rap 'bout

Get a bad bitch blow her back out

You know a **** bringing them stacks out

Straight to the studio from the trap house

Got my first rap check blew it all on a chain

That's 20k on a **** neck now