Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pull Up, artist - Don Q.
Date of issue: 30.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pull Up |
Where you from? |
We gon' pull on niggas |
alone, ain’t nobody had to put me on nigga |
I got my foot up on niggas, I hear 'em takin' the lingo (takin' the lingo) |
My trap phone helped me get that designer before I was breakin' a single |
My racks long, remember a nigga was literally breakin' a single (literally |
breakin' a single) |
You know that yay gettin' mangled nigga, I hold that K at an angle |
I gotta feed the team, you know I give the blueprint to my niggas (give the |
blueprint to my niggas) |
Watch how I flee the scene, I got 2 bitches inside of the Fisker |
Who you think gave the ingredients? |
I am the one with seasonin' (the one with |
seasonin') |
Yeah, my ego I’m feedin' it (feedin' it), I hope you niggas obedient (obedient) |
Yeah, look a demon in his eyes, you’ll never know what you see in it (you'll |
never know what you see) |
Yeah, I pull up speedin' in the ride, no it don’t come with a key in it (no it |
don’t come with a key) |
Yeah, but I smell like a ki in it, yeah, I look fresh off the border (fresh off |
the border) |
Duckin' the feds and recorders (feds and recorders), you know I rest with the |
Taurus (you know I rest with the) |
I keep some ice on my neck, I gotta stay with my head above water |
Yeah, I’m mixin' Sprite with the Tech, constantly poppin' the meds that I |
ordered, yeah |
(Talk to 'em) Where you from? |
We gon' pull on niggas (we pullin up whatever |
nigga you already know) |
Where you from? |
We gon' pull on niggas (walkin' at the mall and shit) |
Where you from? |
We gon' pull on niggas (fly shit, a true thug nigga, |
tricked out bitch) |
I was in the trenches, believe me |
But I was blessed and finessed, so I make it look easy |
Nah but this shit wasn’t easy |
I was in a shoot-out, I’m talkin' to Nicki, got flew out |
I was right next to Weezy |
And I gotta clutch when I meet you (when I meet you) |
Might have my .40 to greet you (greet you) |
Kept that lil shake like a seizure |
I’ll go to New York, interview at Thisis50, and run up a 50 ball |
Landed at Kennedy, no we couldn’t fly with the blicky, ay dog, we need one of |
y’alls |
Ain’t got no enemies, fuck it still gotta keep it with me, might run into one |
of y’alls |
Want smoke at this show, we gon' shoot this bitch and you know might as well |
don’t even come at all |
I been that nigga, turnt up my flex as a youngin', you know me and somersault |
Come put that shit up, at least a whole when you hit us, we flip it, |
no somersault |
I fucked that shit up |
Ran through a sack with my niggas, we here for a bunch of raw (yeah) |
Ain’t give no fuck I was tryna get fly, charged my cousin 8K for a hundred balls |
When Fazo died and they pulled Zell over, he was like, «Fuck the law» |
Pullin' up with freshman, they like, «Herbo, you a fuckin' dog» |
Charmed all my teachers, shootin' dice in P. E, cheerleaders, fucked 'em all |
(you know this shit) |
Still might get a C-D, 'fore I made a CD, I ain’t give a fuck at all |
Still in Chiraq with the GDs, yeah with the BDs, yeah I fuck with 'em all |
Honestly I don’t give a fuck where you from, what you is, fuck with me then you |
fuck with the wrong |
Honestly I’ma just stop let you think 'bout your next move |
You don’t wanna leave your momma 'n 'em lonely |
I’ma just aim at your top, give a fuck what the vest do |
Any day you just come run up on me |
(Talk to 'em) Where you from? |
We gon' pull on niggas (we pullin' up whatever, |
nigga you already know) |
Where you from? |
We gon' pull on niggas (walkin' at the mall and shit) |
Where you from? |
We gon' pull on niggas (fly shit, a true thug nigga, |
tricked out bitch) |
I just went got me a Coupe, fuck that single shit went got me a group |
Glock kick like BlocBoy when it shoot |
Your family won’t know til it come on the news |
I pop me one of them blues, all in my locker, my gun up in school (gun up in) |
I’m in a good mood, I ain’t wanna be rude (naw) |
Just look at these rappers, you wanna see food |
Listen, before the booth I was goin' through it in the kitchen |
Tyson on the roof, I was lookin' for a pigeon |
Givenchy to the shoes, first day up outta prison |
She seen the roof dippin', |
Since nigga did Hpnotiq, foreign shit gettin' it, and I’m lookin' like bin Laden |
Just wait to till the price change, you think I ice skate, this ain’t no hockey |
we play slidin' |
Gelato, too I gotta Zip-Lock it, my money grew up you got kid pockets |
The coke is A-1, call it Len Bias, tryna, emoji send fire (fire) |
I treat the back of the like a studio, your bitches give me a mic test |
Just come to mansion, you see all these ghosts and these phantoms, |
she lookin' like Fright Fest |
When I used to sip, it was just pineapple Fanta and Sprite left |
Just work on your aim, if you a dependable hitter that’s gon' be a nice check |
Balmain got me rockin' these white sweats |
They match the Off-Whites with the Nik' ckecks |
Ass bettin' that’s a dice death, I see my future through the Pyrex |
(Tell 'em) Where you from? |
We gon' pull on niggas |
Where you from? |
We gon' pull on niggas |
Where you from? |
We gon' pull on niggas |