Pull Up Music

Let me get back on my hustle Fuck a friend, it's off the muscle You smoking dick, you think I trust you Burn a nigga like I'm Usher Boom I don't go back and forth all on the internet Have no interest for discussion No Pull her hair and choke her while we fucking I prolly give her a concussion I need a plate and I ain't tryna wait, I'm so fucking hungry I could starve My nigga snuck in with the rod I'm bout whatever, that's on God I go to jail, I pay the bond Please don't waste my fucking time Hate on me I hit your hoe Hoe Play with me I get that iron Can we fucking keep a secret That's a forty, bitch I keep it Boom My bitch a fucking Puerto Rican I fuck her every other weekend They swagger jacking, I can peep it These nigga jacking my steelo Bitch, it's a brick, it's a kilo Brick I beat a nigga up like Deebo His bitch got at me on the d-low Shh I'm wit' my niggas shooting cee-lo Wouldn't run up on me, that's a no go Brr I keep it on me like it's legal, bitch Verse 2 They shoulda told you I'm coming Nigga play with me, I mop it It's up Pull up on me, think I'm bluffing Buss it on ya have ya running Brr Ya bitch can get it if she want it Oh yeah I'm killing ya bitch from the back, I smack her ass and keep her coming hey All my nigga, they a hunnid Police behind me, I'm running I'm gone My hoe make your hoe look ugly I don't do dimes, I do 20's For real 20 thousand on a Monday 20 30 thousand on a Tuesday Caught ya bitch out on a Wednesday She like my style, I had a choosing Uhh Sleep on me and then you losing Got a beam on the chopper Boom Make you lean when I pop it Got some lean from the doctor Wherever you see me, I'm ready My name a weight, this shit heavy Got ya bitch face in my lap, parked at the 7/11 Yeah we at pump number nine This ain't no pump, this a iron They ain't let me in with the forty, snuck in the back with the 9 These nigga be acting and lying Posting up statuses crying There really really ain't no real niggas And I'm 'bout to light the bih' line DaBaby