Pullin Up - Coca Vango, Icewear Vezzo, Snap Dogg

Hahaha

Big Jerm on the track

Hahahaha

Pull up, pull up, pull up

Do it

Woo-ow

Pull up on your block with the (Woo)

Bustin' out the top with the (Woo)

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

I’ma blow a whole check like (Woo)

Put some respect on it (Woo)

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Pullin' up on your bitch with the (Woo)

All my niggas with the shifts like (Woo)

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Up, yeah

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Up, yeah

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

I’ma pull up in a two seater

Button down with a wifebeater

Bad bitch, she a maneater

I ain’t trippin' 'bout no bitch, I’m a cash-getter

Why you trippin' bout the bitch?

Get the bag, nigga

Real fast, nigga, do the dash, nigga

We ain’t finished school, never went to class, nigga

He say that he the man, but he livin' in the past, yeah

Pull up on them pussy niggas, yeah

We gotta show them pussy niggas, yeah

New bougie bad bitch, long hair

Them niggas hate me, but the game ain’t fair

Pull up on your block with the (Woo)

Bustin' out the top with the (Woo)

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

I’ma blow a whole check like (Woo)

Put some respect on it (Woo)

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Pullin' up on your bitch with the (Woo)

All my niggas with the shifts like (Woo)

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Up, yeah

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Up, yeah

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Yeah, what?

Pull up in a Lyft (Yeah)

Came up off white girl, call it Taylor Swift (Okay)

Ten packs on me, walkin' out of Sak’s Fifth (What)

Shittin' on these rappers, call me JR Smith (Whoa)

Oh-oh

Money ain’t an issue

I be callin' plays like an official

Let that forty blow like a whistle

Hit 'em in the stomach, chest tissue

Do we have a problem?

Dishin' off the work, I’m Magic Johnson (Let's go)

I know the opps watchin' (They watchin')

Paint a nigga head like Dennis Rodman (Yeah)

Pull up on your block, what that mob like?

(Mob like)

Big chopstick, knock a nigga house down (Bow, bow)

Yeah, all my niggas on, yeah, we hot now (Hot now)

Red zones, got spots right on Carlyle

Uh (Uh), big Benz, goin' apeshit (Goin' apeshit)

Mix the yay with the soda, that’s a cake mix (Skrt)

Nigga, all this jewelry real, I don’t fake shit (I don’t fake shit)

All I do is cook dope and I make hits (And I make hits)

If it’s on me, then it’s on me, nigga, both ways (Yeah)

Yeah, roll these so big, take up both lanes (Yeah)

Yeah, all white Benz like cocaine (Like cocaine)

All I do is talk gas, nigga, propane, uh

Pull up on your block with the (Woo)

Bustin' out the top with the (Woo)

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

I’ma blow a whole check like (Woo)

Put some respect on it (Woo)

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Pullin' up on your bitch with the (Woo)

All my niggas with the shifts like (Woo)

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Up, yeah

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Up, yeah

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up

Swear to God, I’m pullin' up