LP Rambo - Pull Up On Ya Boy lyrics

Shoot you out the door, the butterfly doors
We leave niggas wet wet
Straight SMGs they pour
Diss I'm at your door
Like I work for the Lord
In the strip club throwing singles cause
The strippers worth a George
Pull up on your boy, I'm up in illinois
Walk in the spot smelling loud
I'm making lot of noise
Step up get destroyed
You gone fill my Glock with joy
Niggas want to mumble aye
Just pull up on your boy

In the strip club throwing Lincolns
Hell yea I'm throwing Lincolns
I won't throw no hundo to
A stripper fuck you thinking
And if them bitches think that
I want what them bitches drinking
That bitch staring at me think
That bitch forgot bout blinking
Have you under water have you
Drowning boy you sinking
Smoke up all the ganja smoke
The ganja to extinction
I stay equipped with the pump man
That right there be my wingman
A juvenile delinquent
Them shells hit you they stinging

Shoot you out the door, the butterfly doors
We leave niggas wet wet
Straight SMGs they pour
Diss I'm at your door
Like I work for the Lord
In the strip club throwing singles cause
The strippers worth a George
Pull up on your boy, I'm up in illinois
Walk in the spot smelling loud
I'm making lot of noise
Step up get destroyed
You gone fill my Glock with joy
Niggas want to mumble aye
Just pull up on your boy

My car engine just roar
That bitch drop to the floor
My weed will make you soar
These bullets have you sore
Never had the light, always tried
Got ignored now I got it more
Than most of you young boys
I am a young bull
I caused that term to get explored
She can't take the clout the clout
Too much she can't absorb
Your wife really a whore
She wasn't that she swore
I blowed up no c4
You ain't seen this light before

Shoot you out the door, the butterfly doors
We leave niggas wet wet
Straight SMGs they pour
Diss I'm at your door
Like I work for the Lord
In the strip club throwing singles cause
The strippers worth a George
Pull up on your boy, I'm up in illinois
Walk in the spot smelling loud
I'm making lot of noise
Step up get destroyed
You gone fill my Glock with joy
Niggas want to mumble aye
Just pull up on your boy