Lyrics Pull Up - Diego Money

Pull Up

Whoa
What?
What?
What?
What?
Uno, I killed it
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Whoa, whoa
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, lil' bitch (Ayy, man)
I pull up straight out the lot
Pull up with Glocks in interior
I’m jumpin' off the tight rope
I flex just like Rey Mysterio
Leave that boy missin'
Up on the milk carton
Or a box of cereal
Hold on lil' bitch, get ya out my ride
You are a little delirious
All of the bitches look curious
Hold on you cannot be serious
I feel like I was born for sinning
'Cause these bitches really not feelin' em
I’m runnin' off with the work
Leave that nigga on his shirt (Lil' bitch)
Put 50 up on his head
50 automatic bursts (Grra)
Test a lil' nigga (What?)
I eat 'em, my pockets look bigger
The AK, it spank, it flip ya
Place 'em in bags then I zip up (Zip, zip, zip)
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Say you want war, nigga, pull up
Working my wrist when I cook up
Niggas know I got the hook up
Shooters on top of the look up
I don’t look down, bitch, look up
Shooting at niggas, they shook up
We ain’t with talking, we pull up
Send your location, we pull up
Young nigga toting them sticks
Playing with this and get hit
Long ass thirty clips
.45 on my hip
Buss on the chopper and they rip
Talking that shit and get killed
Put the red beam on his lip
Pop his ass then I dip
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Uh, uh, these niggas, they talking 'bout killin'
I put like ten on yo head (Ooh)
A fool with the tool like a sped
Fucked that lil' bitch and she dig
I sip that lean like a baby
All of these niggas, they shady
Pop a lil' pill like she 80
Pop a lil' pill like she 80
Fuck her best friend on my page
Nigga, go 80, nigga, go 80, 80
Niggas, they claiming they blood
And running my hood
You gettin' the tool
Fucker you fucking with crooks
2900, they shook, they feeling it
I know they feeling it
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up