Gucci Mane - Pull Up On Ya lyrics
Gucci Mane [Radric Delantic Davis] Bessemer, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Gucci Mane - Pull Up On Ya lyrics]
Niggas on the inside wishin' for the outside
Peanut butter inside, candy red outside
Hit you with the nine now your inside-outside
Pull up in that foreign that'll
Leave your bitch mouth wide
Niggas talkin shit
Most 'em don't know that I got mob ties
Run up on the 'wop and
You're gonna end up hog-tied
Catch me in the kitchen whippin
Chickens like it's popeye's
? leave your ass for some hot fries
Timbs on slip and slide, I'm a slick guy
I'm a black guy
Give me five on the black side
I'm a trap god
Leave your numbers by the black guy
He a live-wire, I'ma shut down his wi-fi
I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma pull up on you
I'ma call my young niggas and have
Them pull up on you
You don't want no you don't want no
Niggas to pull up on you
I'ma call my young niggas and have
Them pull up on you
I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma pull up on you
I'ma call my young niggas and have
Them pull up on you
You don't want no you don't want no
Niggas to pull up on you
I'ma call my young niggas and have
Them pull up on you
Playing with Gucci Mane is just
Like playing with a lighter
Playing games with Gucci Mane is
Just like touching fire
Got tattoos on my face my neck my
Arm but I'm not a biker
Got a 4-5-8 Ferrari, bitch i got the title
I'm from East Atlanta Georgia man that
Shit just like The Wire
You say you from Zone 6 but
My nigga you know you lyin'
I'm a lover and a fighter
And a motherfuckin striker
These lames keep comin' around me and they
Know that I don't like it
If I spit dead in this nigga face
Do you think that I tried him?
If I tell this bitch she ain't my girl
Then what the fuck is she crying
You would think I'm at the grocery store
With the collard greens I'm buying
You would kno that i'm the plug cause
Of all these niggas i'm supplying 'Wop!
Peanut butter inside, candy red outside
Hit you with the nine now your inside-outside
Pull up in that foreign that'll
Leave your bitch mouth wide
Niggas talkin shit
Most 'em don't know that I got mob ties
Run up on the 'wop and
You're gonna end up hog-tied
Catch me in the kitchen whippin
Chickens like it's popeye's
? leave your ass for some hot fries
Timbs on slip and slide, I'm a slick guy
I'm a black guy
Give me five on the black side
I'm a trap god
Leave your numbers by the black guy
He a live-wire, I'ma shut down his wi-fi
I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma pull up on you
I'ma call my young niggas and have
Them pull up on you
You don't want no you don't want no
Niggas to pull up on you
I'ma call my young niggas and have
Them pull up on you
I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma pull up on you
I'ma call my young niggas and have
Them pull up on you
You don't want no you don't want no
Niggas to pull up on you
I'ma call my young niggas and have
Them pull up on you
Playing with Gucci Mane is just
Like playing with a lighter
Playing games with Gucci Mane is
Just like touching fire
Got tattoos on my face my neck my
Arm but I'm not a biker
Got a 4-5-8 Ferrari, bitch i got the title
I'm from East Atlanta Georgia man that
Shit just like The Wire
You say you from Zone 6 but
My nigga you know you lyin'
I'm a lover and a fighter
And a motherfuckin striker
These lames keep comin' around me and they
Know that I don't like it
If I spit dead in this nigga face
Do you think that I tried him?
If I tell this bitch she ain't my girl
Then what the fuck is she crying
You would think I'm at the grocery store
With the collard greens I'm buying
You would kno that i'm the plug cause
Of all these niggas i'm supplying 'Wop!