Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pull Up, artist - Trizz.
Date of issue: 31.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pull Up |
Gold Rolex on my neck when you see me nigga |
You got a problem you can holler when you see a nigga |
Bitches mad, I don’t know em when they see me nigga |
I don’t trust no racks, cause pimping ain’t easy nigga |
Who I’m with? |
Your bitch when I ride up |
Creep crap, two step when I slide up |
You my cousin or we blood, make your mind up |
We shoot out here, but if you with it we can line up |
If you short with my scrilla you can get tied up |
Fuck a bitch, nigga get money until your time up |
That shit is vital, determining where you wind up |
Pussy come with the territory so get your grind up |
T R I crooked letters don’t forget it |
I’m only out to get it, my nigga I’m with the business |
So if a nigga asking you questions tell him I did it |
Pull up where I’m at, nigga with the ‘quipments |
You can get it, bitch |
Nigga I’m bout that issue |
Keep some killer goon niggas right on me |
Goon niggas right on me |
Yeah my squad official |
Every nigga 100 round me |
100 round me |
Got to keep a pistol, in case a nigga wanna come try me |
Nigga wanna try me |
Yeah my squad official |
And they want to kill a nigga tonight |
I’m about that issue |
Don’t make me bust my pistol |
I’m about that issue |
Don’t make me bust my pistol |
Give a fuck what a nigga got to say |
Watch me spit up in a bitch nigga face like calm down |
Grab a skinny little bitty by the waste |
Tell a bad bitch sit on my face |
Man that shit is my way |
This my one, I’m faded |
Any problem that a nigga ever had, I’ll face it |
Pass me that blunt little bitch, Imma face it |
I’m 8 blunts deep, to the face, getting wasted |
Niggas all fake, on some copy then paste shit |
My nigga AC3 hit me with the bass like boom boom |
Boom, fat ass big titties |
Let me puff puff pass then smash that kitty cat |
I heard a bummy ass nigga say give me that |
Gimme got shot with a brand new mini mac (brat) |
Snapback for my fitted cap |
Nigga south sack, Iraq where it’s really at |
Pull up gang, we out here, run that |
Click clack, stay strapped, where your gun at? |
Prepared and paranoid, don’t get bust at |
Keep it low key cause ain’t no telling where the ones at |
Starting drama for nothing, hey Imma that |
But if it’s money we talking then where them funds at |
Niggas hating for nothing like where the love at |
I’m out here alone with no friends nigga, fuck that |
You tryna go get this money, you can come with me |
Fuck bitches, get faded, have fun with me |
I talk shit and it’s crazy how ain’t no slugs hit me |
That’s cause I be killing, the crips and the bloods fuck with me |
They show me love like I’m banging a set |
But really I’m strictly neutral, only bang in the west |
I travel around the world, but I stay to the left |
I went out on tour with Tech, and it gained me respect |
Nigga |