Lyrics Pull Up - lonemoon

Pull Up

Pull up, cadillac, all of y’all jealous
Jealous of my outfit, Polo and Margiela’s
Rolling on my girl, need to make the shit sweet
I be in the room spitting venom on the beat
Poison adder, that’s me
Grinding faster, that’s me
Two shots, for disrespect, ain’t a threat, that’s a creed
Back off don’t play games with LM
Ya see me on the Panasonic chatting with Ellen
I do this in my sleep
This shit ain’t for the meek
Bustin out the bando, making millions every week man
I’m in the streets man
I’m spitting heat man
Step back
You’re facing off with new elites, man…
Switch it, I have got the riches
Face to face with all of you I think you’re all just bitches
Saw you in the mall hangin in Vicky’s Secret
I took a picture posted up and ruined all your street cred (street cred)
Yeah (still got it, listen)
(LM, OK, that’s me, yeah)
LM, me
Came up outta nothin', all these suckas be mad
I don’t even have to rap about the clothes and my cash
I don’t even have to laugh about the losers I pass
Man, I put you in last, your stupid crew, y’all are trash
I’m steady switchin' it up, killin' it up, I’m gettin' the winds
I’m bringing it up, I’m rippin' it up, I’m signin' my deals, and sippin' the cup
Damn, comin' up quick
Changin' my life, I don’t miss with yo click, like (woo)
This is my style, bein' LM
If it gets you heated you can run and tell your friends
Everybody loves us in this town
You can steady hear the sound, why you tryin' to rebound?
I’m about to let you off
I’m about to talk this talk, I’m about to break this wall
Three, two, one, I’ve been countin' down the seconds
Skeet off, cadillac, get out of my section (hah)