Lyrics Pull Up - Kay-o, Kilo Keemzo

Pull Up

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When we pull up on dem
Bro said that he coulda tanned dem
Then it’s back to the block pushing Buju Banton
Man the roads all 'ments
Man pull up on a old school friend
When we pull up on dem
Yeah, the whip will be full of mandem
Bro said he coulda tanned dem
Then it’s back to the block pushing Buju Banton
Man the roads all 'ments
How we got passa with some local gems
Man pull up on a old school friend
It’s like I don’t know who dem
We don’t need to talk, we pull up with no chat
The Niner’s done did it, we pulled up with no wap
And I ain’t gonna lie, one time it went bad
Ducked out, made the call for the suttin', and rolled back
Nine man, seven seats, believe it’s all packed
Two swamz, hella teeth, straight greeze if we crash (bow)
Whips get spun any time dem boys spotted
If shit’s not 'ment's, it’s horrid
Remember when we pulled up one month, non stopping
Suttin' gets touched, and I don’t who got him
Cause while them man were thinking 'bout police and crumbling
We were in a dinger out hunting
Pulled up, five man but four done it
That’s .23, .22's, Samz, and five hearts on a hundred
Nine strip take trips, take whips, and take them boys for suckers
I done it with my bruddas (That's the bros)
When we pull up on dem
Yeah, the whip will be full of mandem
Bro said he coulda tanned dem
Then it’s back to the block pushing Buju Banton
Man the roads all 'ments
How we got passa with some local gems
Man pull up on a old school friend
It’s like I don’t know who dem
When we pull up on dem
Yeah, the whip will be full of mandem
Bro said he coulda tanned dem
Then it’s back to the block pushing Buju Banton
Man the roads all 'ments
How we got passa with some local gems
Man pull up on a old school friend
It’s like I don’t know who dem
It’s like I don’t know who dem, these times I got smoke with old friends
Dem boys say they do it, but it’s not like these ends
Centre of the pitch, I attack and defend
As of recent, bro’s itching to drill, he can’t rest still
Drop a pic to a nit', cah he gets deals
Got feedback off a kat, and get a dead bill
If I’m on your block with my squad, don’t get your head peeled
Anytime I’m in cunch, I turn 'em packs cash
Don’t get yourself bun when them straps clap
On your block, turning punk when them nank’s back
Which opp?
Yo, dip him, he can have that
Done it in dingers, mopeds and on two feet
Opps love talk, they on chats like too sweet
When we come, somehow they escape, it’s flukey
Every other lurk I see a new speed
And every oppo turf is defo due heat
On every opp block we’re moving booky
Which one should we disturb?
Nah we ain’t choosy
I’ll do a man dirty, I won’t lose sleep
When we pull up on dem
Yeah, the whip will be full of mandem
Bro said he coulda tanned dem
Then it’s back to the block pushing Buju Banton
Man the roads all 'ments
How we got passa with some local gems
Man pull up on a old school friend
It’s like I don’t know who dem
When we pull up on dem
Yeah, the whip will be full of mandem
Bro said he coulda tanned dem
Then it’s back to the block pushing Buju Banton
Man the roads all 'ments
How we got passa with some local gems
Man pull up on a old school friend
It’s like I don’t know who dem
I don’t know dem
That you, man it was a whole trend
That was 010
And you know you wasn’t road then
Say that’s old school but doesn’t know dem
RIP Sheggy
Suttin' haffi go home messy
I ain’t cuffin' up a hoe, no jezzy
I’ve been juggin up on road, no breaky