DaBaby - Pull Up Music lyrics
DaBaby [Jonathan Lyndale Kirk] Cleveland, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DaBaby - Pull Up Music lyrics]
Different when it go so hard
Yeah, yeah, yeah uh (Hah)
Ayy, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit (Hah)
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Let me get back on my hustle, fuck a friend
It's off the muscle (Ha)
You smoking dick, you think I trust you?
(Mhm) 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 probably 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 ho
(Ho) , play with me, I get that iron
Can we fucking keep a secret?
That's a 40, 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 CeeLo
Wouldn't run up on me, that's a no-go
(Brr) , I keep it on me like it's legal
Bitch
DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby ha
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Firzt on the track yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah
They should've told you I'm coming
Nigga play with me, i mop it
(It's up) pull up on me, think I'm
Bluffing? Bust it on you, have you running
(Brr) your bitch can get it if she want it
(Oh yeah)
I'm killing your bitch from the back
I smack her ass and keep her coming (hey)
All my nigga, they a
Hundred, police behind me, i'm running
(I'm gone) my ho make your ho look
Ugly, I don't do dimes, i do twenties
(For real) twenty thousand on a Monday
(Twenty) , thirty thousand on a Tuesday
Caught your bitch out on a
Wednesday, she like my style
I had her choosing (Uh)
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 hold weight, this shit heavy
Got your bitch face in my lap
Parked at the 7-Eleven
Yeah, we at pump number nine
This ain't no pump, this a iron
They ain't let me in with the 40
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, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah uh (Hah)
Ayy, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit (Hah)
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Let me get back on my hustle, fuck a friend
It's off the muscle (Ha)
You smoking dick, you think I trust you?
(Mhm) 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 probably 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 ho
(Ho) , play with me, I get that iron
Can we fucking keep a secret?
That's a 40, 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 CeeLo
Wouldn't run up on me, that's a no-go
(Brr) , I keep it on me like it's legal
Bitch
DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby ha
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Firzt on the track yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah
They should've told you I'm coming
Nigga play with me, i mop it
(It's up) pull up on me, think I'm
Bluffing? Bust it on you, have you running
(Brr) your bitch can get it if she want it
(Oh yeah)
I'm killing your bitch from the back
I smack her ass and keep her coming (hey)
All my nigga, they a
Hundred, police behind me, i'm running
(I'm gone) my ho make your ho look
Ugly, I don't do dimes, i do twenties
(For real) twenty thousand on a Monday
(Twenty) , thirty thousand on a Tuesday
Caught your bitch out on a
Wednesday, she like my style
I had her choosing (Uh)
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 hold weight, this shit heavy
Got your bitch face in my lap
Parked at the 7-Eleven
Yeah, we at pump number nine
This ain't no pump, this a iron
They ain't let me in with the 40
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, ayy