Gunna - Pullin Up lyrics

Sergio Giavanni Kitchens [College Park, Georgia. USA.]

[Gunna - Pullin Up lyrics]

You ready my brother? Turn the beat up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They gotta hear you out there yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

I ball like a pitcher, I'm so superficial
I fuck with my niggas
Spend a check on my niggas
I'm stackin' residuals
Pullin' up 'bout my issue
Droppin' hooks like a fisher
Tryna see me some figures
I lust how I'm feelin'
Got my mind on a million
Think it's smoke like a chimney
Niggas plottin' and envy
I wan' feed all the children
'member times I was miserable
Niggas try to belittle you
Man I let 'em get rid of you

I'm hot like a fever
I got ice like a freezer
That pussy a please, r
Told that bitch I don't need her
I got more stripes than
Adidas, pour that syrup, i'ma drinker
Drop a four in a liter
Backwood filled up with reefer
Drop a lil cash and tease her
I treat these niggas like
Niggas are fakin' and they
Change like the season
I stack that check, stayed the same
That's the reason diamonds just hang
That bitch blangin' and blingin'
Sippin' on Ac' and high-tech
We still leanin'
No more regrets, we live life with a meaning
Pockets ain't light
Spent a check inside Neiman
I'm tryna make billions, you fool
I know I'm bigger than you
'Bout that bag we don't play by the rules
Ain't goin' out, I ain't been in the mood
Take a swim in the infinity pool
Got a whole lot of shit I could lose
Can't let none of you give me the blues

I ball like a pitcher, I'm so superficial
I fuck with my niggas
Spend a check on my niggas
I'm stackin', pullin' up 'bout my issue
Droppin' hooks like a fisher
Tryna see me some figures
I lust how I'm feelin'
Got my mind on a million
Think it's smoke like a chimney
Niggas plottin' and envy
I wan' feed all the children
'member times I was miserable
Niggas try to belittle you
Man I let 'em get rid of you

Man, I let 'em get rid of you
Know your own folks don't
Wan' see you irrelevant
Nigga I'll crush your whole
Shit like a elephant
Pass me the Rollie, I feel like the president
'Member I ain't have my own pack
Had to mail in it
This shit get you high then you
Know I was sellin' it i got one foot out but
I'm still dodgin' felonies
I'm gon' free my, we appealin' it
Now I gotta cap off a brick
Got racks on me, swear I'm a walkin' lick
Said I wouldn't stop when they
Thought I was talkin' shit
Keep spillin' the drip and
Then droppin' hit's ballin' these bitches
Walkin' that shit only I could pick
You niggas fake, I'm the opposite
YSL slime and I bang the six
I'm 'bout to make a set
If I spend a check, I'ma make it back
Beat up that cat like a maniac
No running back, got a running back
If I let 'em what's the fun in that?
I'm tryna see who he gunnin' at
Pull up with that cutter, no lumberjack
Three stones in my ear
Don't hear none of that

I ball like a pitcher, I'm so superficial
I fuck with my niggas
Spend a check on my niggas
I'm stackin, pullin' up 'bout my issue
Droppin' hooks like a fisher
Tryna see me some figures
I lust how I'm feelin'
Got my mind on a million
Think it's smoke like a chimney
Niggas plottin' and envy
I wan' feed all the children
'member times I was miserable
Niggas try to belittle you
Man I let 'em get rid of you

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