Fredo, Blade Brown - Pulling Up lyrics
Fredo [Marvin William Bailey] Mozart Estate, Kilburn London, England 🇬🇧
[Fredo, Blade Brown - Pulling Up lyrics]
Yo Its Fredo, shout my nigga Blade
Brown, HRB, Pattern Gang, BXB, free
All my little homies man, free
All my big bro's too
Oi Blade come and show dem
How we livin' bro!
While you was doing Netflix and chill
I was doing Z flips and deals
I top my Lyca up by 20
Quid, I'm 22 I'm selling bricks
My hoody cost me seven-fifth
These bit's don't work out
I'm gonna pebble it, my bitch she in a red
Dress she looking devilish my face is hot
But my neck be cooler than a beverage
I was sixteen
Filling stash box with seven quid
Them bankrolls, my young boy on the back
Road for the cash flow
I've never introduced my dear mother to
A bad hoe, that's my queen, in
My teens, it was nuttin' but fiends
Now I'm shopping in Balmain
It's nothing but jeans
And in the jailhouse I'm keeping
Up nothing but greaze
And every time I come home
Gyal get on nothing but knees
Cus she's a hooker bitch I'm
In my kitchen cooking shit
Her ass is so fat bet my
Life you gotta look at it
This is Fredo and I'm fucking
Round with Blade B
You see the diamonds round my
Neck you see it's AP
Were pulling up in foreign cars
These ain't no A3's
I'm giving little nigga's pictures
They don't say cheese
And Blades a real OG, he don't say please
These are cookies we ain't smoking
On the same tree's
Something ain't right if you ain't
With the same G's
And if a pussy get shot, please don't say me
It's BXB, Pattern Gang, One Call
Package Land everybody in my team got AP
That's Hatton gang
Sideman keep chatting man
Don't take man for no rapper fam
One page to that young boy and
That will just flatten man
It's like the industry wan be friends
I swear to god i can't pretend, I'm really
From the deep end
Where my niggas just beat skengs and
They move packs to the weekend
Niggas wan watch my ting but I swear
To god I don't pree dem
Outcome is the in-ting
Niggas rapping like they're kingpin
Only got one dead line and that
Dead line don't ring ring
Yeah I talk that plug talk cus I'm
Plugged up and I'm linked in
Never seen and I rinse him
Bare food we gotta rinse him
Everybody just sound the same
Everybody just sound the same
If I bang my hammer
You bang your hammer man I swear to
God it won't sound the same
Man this rap tings going down the drain
If them boys run in the trap
Yeah everything's going down the drain
This is Fredo and I'm fucking
Round with Blade B
You see the diamonds round my
Neck you see it's AP
Were pulling up in foreign cars
These ain't no A3's
I'm giving little nigga's pictures
They don't say cheese
And Blades a real OG, he don't say please
These are cookies we ain't smoking
On the same tree's
Something ain't if you ain't
With the same G's
And if a pussy get shot, please don't say me
Brown, HRB, Pattern Gang, BXB, free
All my little homies man, free
All my big bro's too
Oi Blade come and show dem
How we livin' bro!
While you was doing Netflix and chill
I was doing Z flips and deals
I top my Lyca up by 20
Quid, I'm 22 I'm selling bricks
My hoody cost me seven-fifth
These bit's don't work out
I'm gonna pebble it, my bitch she in a red
Dress she looking devilish my face is hot
But my neck be cooler than a beverage
I was sixteen
Filling stash box with seven quid
Them bankrolls, my young boy on the back
Road for the cash flow
I've never introduced my dear mother to
A bad hoe, that's my queen, in
My teens, it was nuttin' but fiends
Now I'm shopping in Balmain
It's nothing but jeans
And in the jailhouse I'm keeping
Up nothing but greaze
And every time I come home
Gyal get on nothing but knees
Cus she's a hooker bitch I'm
In my kitchen cooking shit
Her ass is so fat bet my
Life you gotta look at it
This is Fredo and I'm fucking
Round with Blade B
You see the diamonds round my
Neck you see it's AP
Were pulling up in foreign cars
These ain't no A3's
I'm giving little nigga's pictures
They don't say cheese
And Blades a real OG, he don't say please
These are cookies we ain't smoking
On the same tree's
Something ain't right if you ain't
With the same G's
And if a pussy get shot, please don't say me
It's BXB, Pattern Gang, One Call
Package Land everybody in my team got AP
That's Hatton gang
Sideman keep chatting man
Don't take man for no rapper fam
One page to that young boy and
That will just flatten man
It's like the industry wan be friends
I swear to god i can't pretend, I'm really
From the deep end
Where my niggas just beat skengs and
They move packs to the weekend
Niggas wan watch my ting but I swear
To god I don't pree dem
Outcome is the in-ting
Niggas rapping like they're kingpin
Only got one dead line and that
Dead line don't ring ring
Yeah I talk that plug talk cus I'm
Plugged up and I'm linked in
Never seen and I rinse him
Bare food we gotta rinse him
Everybody just sound the same
Everybody just sound the same
If I bang my hammer
You bang your hammer man I swear to
God it won't sound the same
Man this rap tings going down the drain
If them boys run in the trap
Yeah everything's going down the drain
This is Fredo and I'm fucking
Round with Blade B
You see the diamonds round my
Neck you see it's AP
Were pulling up in foreign cars
These ain't no A3's
I'm giving little nigga's pictures
They don't say cheese
And Blades a real OG, he don't say please
These are cookies we ain't smoking
On the same tree's
Something ain't if you ain't
With the same G's
And if a pussy get shot, please don't say me