Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pull Up Hop Out Freestyle, artist - Wale. Album song Summer on Sunset, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.08.2017
Record label: Velocity
Song language: English
Pull Up Hop Out Freestyle |
The name of the game is consistency |
What up Will I got you |
Hold up, bitch I value, she say pull up |
In the end just skrt up |
I bet they know they can’t fuck with me |
Turn that shit up |
(M-m-maybach music) |
Double M my emblem, I can go wherever |
And I can go with ten hoes and them ten hoes could’t be cousins |
I can go out Landover, maybe out movie of my brothers (Yeah) |
got me for the family pass so I could snap that with Kirk Cousins |
Ralph flow they can’t fuck with |
Ralph flow to confuse 'em |
Soutside niggas outside, niggas lil G them boys dem use it |
Killer weed I got it from the Bay |
I’m a roll up me a KD |
Iguodola like he Draymond |
Pretty Js like its Curry |
Feel that there about the shot nigga |
Capital we in the drop nigga |
Ten summers every hood love it |
Trap Williams on the block nigga |
Twelve comin' with a fuckin' roll up |
Where the loud put it down get a nigga shot up |
Holla black lives forever matter |
Baby momma got a Birken only for AC adapter |
We keep it G we keep it so 100 |
DMV bitch I eat all homage from it |
Pull up, hold up |
Thinkin' about new Wraith get that hold up |
I should cosplay Luke Cage DMV I’m too great |
They can’t fuck with me |
Pull up and hop out |
Your bitch she on my dick, woah |
I work out, and purp out |
Her nigga mad as shit, so? |
I told him pop out, and pull up |
He say he wanna kill me, oh |
Why he acting scary? |
He got a 30, I knew he wouldn’t blow |
It’s time to let these niggas know |
Where I’m from, niggas killing over clothes |
Them bitches trading up they goals for some dough |
They’ll set a nigga up, set they niggas up, anyone they know |
For a come up, get they funds up, to get any kind of dough |
I only fuck bad bitches, not just any kind of ho |
Smoking strong all week, I don’t chief any kind of dope |
These niggas' traps ain’t on the map |
They moving any type of dope |
Selling crack stepped on like cracks |
Junkies don’t even wanna smoke |
Meet with the plug, take all the drugs |
Then I leave him on a boat |
There ain’t no 30 in this bubble |
Just this nina in my coat |
Always got that dick up in her, swear Selena jih ho |
These bitches uppity as fuck |
She ain’t green, she gotta go |
That triple beam, it balance low |
My diesel jeans, New Balance flow |
Put my kids all on her lips, if that lil bitch a childish ho |
Disrespectful, I respect who? |
not nobody, not a soul |
My money running like a nose, its like my pockets got a cold |
A lot of dope, snottin' slow |
I shoot 'til the chopper broke |
She suck my dick, slob and stroke |
But she say she not a ho |
I don’t argue, fight, or fuss |
I catch my nut then adios |
Had to cancel all her plans |
I bust all on her party clothes |
Pull up and hop out |
Your bitch she on my dick, woah |
I work out, and purp out |
Her nigga mad as shit, so? |
I told him pop out, and pull up |
He say he wanna kill me, oh |
Why he acting scary? |
He got a 30, I knew he wouldn’t blow |