Lyrics Pulp Fiction - Chetta

Pulp Fiction

Live my whole life like a movie
I ain’t acting, I’m shooting
I ain’t picky, just choosy
Bad bitch think she boujee
Bringing it back, yeah, I do it
I ain’t losing, I’m booming
I ain’t switching, just moving
Get a check, yeah, I do it
Them blue hunnits looking stupid
Hanging out with my lil uzi
Pillow talk, oh yea you do it
Money talk, I speak it fluent
Got my clip on Patrick Ewing
Shawty know low key I’m fooling
Off the porch, yea I’m just booted
This exactly how I move
I’m a Saint Bernard neighbor
Money maker
Yea you know me hoe
Heart breaker, chain taker
Get the fuck down on the floor
Pissing purple, smoking urkle
Need some more, I got some more
Sipping turtle, pop a percle
Want some more I gotcha
Got lil bae
Sniffing the key
Murder the beat
Thousand a feature
Pain still when I sleep
Pills when I eat
Swear I don’t need ya
Heart moving on e
Gasoline
When i breathe yuh
Damn she pop it for me
I’m popping a xan
Hoping to keep up
Back of the back, get the key bump
Serving the pack out the trunk front
Do what I want and they say none
Baby girl, no I don’t need love
Passing the wood like a tree, yuh
Call up my woe for the free, yuh
You can get hit where you be, yuh
Killing the moving for me, yuh
Heart cold, wrist sore
I put in work till I bleed
Kick doors, get low
I’m into flipping the scene
They know, they know
This shit ain’t nothing to me
Stunting, I double on me
Action, I don’t even think