Yeat, Ken Carson - Pull Up lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Ken Car$on [Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr.] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat, Ken Carson - Pull Up lyrics]
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a mo'fuckin' drill
It's a mill' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride for real?
Who ready to slide for real?
Get down and lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack
You know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up on your block
You hear, "Blatt, blatt"
You know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop
We left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer
I'ma let that boy know how the K sound
You a bitch, you a dick rider, yeah
These niggas don't just be gay now
Fuck your bitch then I'm out of there
I'm back on the block sellin' big pounds
Keep the whole thing
I don't do no breakdowns
Don't do zips, boy
I don't do no shakedowns
I was riding 'round town with fifty pounds
This was your shit but, bitch
This my city now
Thеy was your bitches, them be my bitchеs now
Snatch your shit, give me them
He was selling
But he ain't get shit for them
Left your boy down there, yeah
You ain't shoot shit for him
I just rolled up my opp, yeah
I'm spliffing him
I'm smoking on whoever hate
I'm smoking on whoever fake
I'm smoking, boy, I load up that K
And I'll let that mo'fucker spray
Let that mo'fucker hit
Watch your body decay
That's what you get for being mad shady
That's what you get for throwin' shade
For a broke bitch, I got cake
For a roach nigga, I got Raid
Lil' shawty said she want lil'
Vamp, said she wanna fuck
I took her backstage
Hell nah, I ain't wasting no time
I blow out her spine
Smashing her vertebrae
Hell nah, I ain't wasting no dime
Hell yeah this bitch for me
Shit work for days
No, I can't make the bitch
Mine, know her IG
But don't know her first name
And I don't know her last either
I just know she a gnat, eater
I'm rollin' off a flat, geeked up
This ain't fake boy, you know my Percs real
You thought you addicted to the pills?
You addicted to Fentanyl
We don't play 'bout that shit over here
I get high and I switch up my gear
Hell nah, I ain't talking 'bout clothes
I'm talkin' 'bout how I feel
These lame niggas talking 'bout hoes
I'm tryna talk up a mill'
I'm tryna talk up a bill'
I wanna make the first trillion
Got a bad bitch, she Sicilian
Won't talk, she just love the feelings
She on stage, she can touch the ceiling
Brought a bitch, yeah I'm takin' her down
If you wasn't fuckin' with me way back then
Shit, you ain't gotta fuck with me now
She ain't know I fucked on her
Best friend, just like 2Pac, bitch
I get around
It's lil vamp', bitch
That's how I get down
Fuck your bitch, move her outta your town
You gon' never see the bitch again
You looking for her, but she with Ken
Me and your bitch get lost
Now she fuckin' with a boss
She talking 'bout her
Favorite designer brands
I told her to take that shit off
We in my loft, yeah, we on top of the land
We goin', but that head goin' soft
She goin' crazy
She suck my dick with two hands
She won't stop and I'm pushin' her off
He talkin' crazy, but he won't pull up
Bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a mo'fuckin' drill
It's a mill' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride for real?
Who ready to slide for real?
Get down and lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack
You know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up on your block
You hear, "Blatt, blatt"
You know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop
We left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer
I'ma let that boy know how the K sound
Bang, bang, bang (Ooh, ooh)
We got guns, pull up, bitch
We got sticks, pull up, bitch (Pull up)
I'm in the GLE, pull up, bitch
I'm in the Tonka, bitch
I'm in the (Haha)
I'm in the back of the jam
[?] the Margiela monk (Margiela monk)
I put diamonds on my hand
She get diamonds on her throat (Let's go)
That boy, watch like a sled (O oh)
All my diamonds on a boat (Ooh, ooh)
Bitch, I'm pullin' up, I'm lettin' it go
(Buh)
Yeah, we richer than the world (Ooh, ooh)
We got mud, yeah
We got Glocks, pull up, bitch
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Don't say shit, lil' bitch, I'm rich
Where I'ma chill at? Bitch, at the Ritz
I'm up in the Tonka
Shit don't make no sense
I'm in a foreign, shit gon' bust your hip
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a mo'fuckin' drill
It's a mill' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride for real?
Who ready to slide for real?
Get down and lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack
You know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up on your block
You hear, "Blatt, blatt"
You know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop
We left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer
I'ma let that boy know how the K sound
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a mo'fuckin' drill
It's a mill' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride for real?
Who ready to slide for real?
Get down and lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack
You know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up on your block
You hear, "Blatt, blatt"
You know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop
We left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer
I'ma let that boy know how the K sound
You a bitch, you a dick rider, yeah
These niggas don't just be gay now
Fuck your bitch then I'm out of there
I'm back on the block sellin' big pounds
Keep the whole thing
I don't do no breakdowns
Don't do zips, boy
I don't do no shakedowns
I was riding 'round town with fifty pounds
This was your shit but, bitch
This my city now
Thеy was your bitches, them be my bitchеs now
Snatch your shit, give me them
He was selling
But he ain't get shit for them
Left your boy down there, yeah
You ain't shoot shit for him
I just rolled up my opp, yeah
I'm spliffing him
I'm smoking on whoever hate
I'm smoking on whoever fake
I'm smoking, boy, I load up that K
And I'll let that mo'fucker spray
Let that mo'fucker hit
Watch your body decay
That's what you get for being mad shady
That's what you get for throwin' shade
For a broke bitch, I got cake
For a roach nigga, I got Raid
Lil' shawty said she want lil'
Vamp, said she wanna fuck
I took her backstage
Hell nah, I ain't wasting no time
I blow out her spine
Smashing her vertebrae
Hell nah, I ain't wasting no dime
Hell yeah this bitch for me
Shit work for days
No, I can't make the bitch
Mine, know her IG
But don't know her first name
And I don't know her last either
I just know she a gnat, eater
I'm rollin' off a flat, geeked up
This ain't fake boy, you know my Percs real
You thought you addicted to the pills?
You addicted to Fentanyl
We don't play 'bout that shit over here
I get high and I switch up my gear
Hell nah, I ain't talking 'bout clothes
I'm talkin' 'bout how I feel
These lame niggas talking 'bout hoes
I'm tryna talk up a mill'
I'm tryna talk up a bill'
I wanna make the first trillion
Got a bad bitch, she Sicilian
Won't talk, she just love the feelings
She on stage, she can touch the ceiling
Brought a bitch, yeah I'm takin' her down
If you wasn't fuckin' with me way back then
Shit, you ain't gotta fuck with me now
She ain't know I fucked on her
Best friend, just like 2Pac, bitch
I get around
It's lil vamp', bitch
That's how I get down
Fuck your bitch, move her outta your town
You gon' never see the bitch again
You looking for her, but she with Ken
Me and your bitch get lost
Now she fuckin' with a boss
She talking 'bout her
Favorite designer brands
I told her to take that shit off
We in my loft, yeah, we on top of the land
We goin', but that head goin' soft
She goin' crazy
She suck my dick with two hands
She won't stop and I'm pushin' her off
He talkin' crazy, but he won't pull up
Bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a mo'fuckin' drill
It's a mill' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride for real?
Who ready to slide for real?
Get down and lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack
You know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up on your block
You hear, "Blatt, blatt"
You know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop
We left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer
I'ma let that boy know how the K sound
Bang, bang, bang (Ooh, ooh)
We got guns, pull up, bitch
We got sticks, pull up, bitch (Pull up)
I'm in the GLE, pull up, bitch
I'm in the Tonka, bitch
I'm in the (Haha)
I'm in the back of the jam
[?] the Margiela monk (Margiela monk)
I put diamonds on my hand
She get diamonds on her throat (Let's go)
That boy, watch like a sled (O oh)
All my diamonds on a boat (Ooh, ooh)
Bitch, I'm pullin' up, I'm lettin' it go
(Buh)
Yeah, we richer than the world (Ooh, ooh)
We got mud, yeah
We got Glocks, pull up, bitch
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Don't say shit, lil' bitch, I'm rich
Where I'ma chill at? Bitch, at the Ritz
I'm up in the Tonka
Shit don't make no sense
I'm in a foreign, shit gon' bust your hip
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a mo'fuckin' drill
It's a mill' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride for real?
Who ready to slide for real?
Get down and lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack
You know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up on your block
You hear, "Blatt, blatt"
You know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop
We left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer
I'ma let that boy know how the K sound