Only The Family, Doodie Lo, Timo, C3 - Pull Up lyrics

All these niggas think they
Gangsters, they ain't gangsters, ayy
Draco to his fuckin' face, bitch
Let's get it gang, gang, gang

All these niggas think they
Gangsters, they ain't gangsters, ayy
(Bitch) pull up in a striker
Draco to his fuckin' face (Boom)
Ran out of lean, broski poured another eight
(Lean) don't let them niggas gas you up
'cause you gon' die today
Foenem slide on them opp niggas (Slide)
Pillow talkin' to that bitch
She give yo' drop, nigga
(Pussy)
Never cared about whoever don't rock with us
(Gang)
C3 poppin' out the cut, bitch, he drop niggas

Pull up rockin' out like
Thirty with that chop, nigga
Don't fuck around with no off-brand
Pipes, wе got Glocks, nigga
Reach for this chain then have yo'
Brains all ovеr yo' socks, nigga
We ain't no rappers, we
Some fuckin' rock stars, nigga
Nikkos, Dracos, we got shit
That go through cars, nigga
You think you gang, poppin' out with
That shit'll get you robbed, nigga
We high-speed ready, make them
Bitches do they job, nigga
All my opps
They cliquin' up 'cause this shit hard

Gang, you go that way, I go that way
I bet we hit 'em up
How they tryna beef with us
And they ain't got enough?
Put that shit up on his head
Them vultures hit him up
And he gon' need a ambulance to
Come and get him up
He tryna beef up on the 'net
And I ain't into that
We catch 'em out, buck-buck
Hit his fuckin' back
Like Timo, it's a go, we gon' get 'em wet
I put that shit up on Stone
And that's gon' get 'em checked

They know that Doodie, he from Kankakee
(Kankakee) that last pussy nigga got killed
Tryin' to play with me (Facts)
How you sayin' you a killer
But you told somethin'? (Bitch)
They phony, kids can see I'm up
They wanna hold somethin'
(Fuck 'em) , there he go
Fell out that car and take his top off (Grah)
He a ho, he be woofin', he ain't drop nothin'
(Fuck 'em) it's a go
Get in traffic and go pop somethin'
(Skrrt, boom)
I ain't go to school, I ain't had no locker
If they catch 'em, spot 'em, drop 'em
Xan and lean, I need a doctor
Smokin' dope like a rasta
Get a bag, I got a lotta
I be trappin' like my father
OTF, them my loyal brothers (Bitch)
We came from that mud, but we blood brothers
(But we blood brothers)
That nigga Zoo Wop, he be tweakin'
He a motherfucker

All these niggas think they
Gangsters, they ain't gangsters, ayy
(Bitch) pull up in a striker
Draco to his fuckin' face (Boom)
Ran out of lean, broski poured another eight
(Lean) don't let them niggas gas you up
'cause you gon' die today
Foenem slide on them opp niggas (Slide)
Pillow talkin' to that bitch
She give yo' drop, nigga
(Pussy)
Never cared about whoever don't rock with us
(Gang)
C3 poppin' out the cut, bitch, he drop niggas