Skeme - Pull Up lyrics
[Skeme - Pull Up lyrics]
4 Bars at a time my nigga
Load the clip up on these niggas
Turn this shit up one time
Look, the know what it is put the best on
Run shit, nigga bet, put a check on
Lil bitch ya need that? put ya neck on
Futuristic nigga sound like i'm next
Stuntin' is a habit
Bitch i'm cryin' like the saddest
Never ever lonely cuz i'm
Ridin' with the ratchet
I ain't talkin' bout a bitch
But a ratchet with a clip
Catch ya ol' nigga slippin'
Let that mofucka rip
It go, Fuck them other niggas
Cuz I ride for my niggas
Bitch i'm a star i'ma hide from a nigga
Killin' beats better call the mortician
If the rap don't work fuck
It slide in the kitchen
Fuck them other niggas cuz I
Ride for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas cuz I
Ride for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas huh
Pull up, hop out, Fuck, it's nothing
Pull up in a coupe
Bitches holla "What it do?"
It go fuck them other niggas cuz
I'm stuntin' with the crew
Glass of ace, cup of goose
Fuckin' bitches by the group
Niggas hatin' on the kid and
I'm sceamin' FUCK YOU!
Bust two, shots in the air, money er'ywhere
Bitch i'm rare
Said she wanna leave fuck her I don't care
What I wear, new balenciagas 650 a pair
Chain on, lights flash on me
All the bitches stare
I'm doin' mine, all I know is grind
All I do is sip and shine
Ain't no waistin' time
I'm a upper echelon nigga
I don't wait in line
E'ry bitch I fuck a dime
She keep it if she a nine huh
Run shit, nigga bet, put a check on
Bitch i'm a star i'ma hide from a nigga
Sh-shots in the air money er'ywhere
P-pull up in a coupe
Bitches holla "What it do?"
Load the clip up on these niggas
Turn this shit up one time
Look, the know what it is put the best on
Run shit, nigga bet, put a check on
Lil bitch ya need that? put ya neck on
Futuristic nigga sound like i'm next
Stuntin' is a habit
Bitch i'm cryin' like the saddest
Never ever lonely cuz i'm
Ridin' with the ratchet
I ain't talkin' bout a bitch
But a ratchet with a clip
Catch ya ol' nigga slippin'
Let that mofucka rip
It go, Fuck them other niggas
Cuz I ride for my niggas
Bitch i'm a star i'ma hide from a nigga
Killin' beats better call the mortician
If the rap don't work fuck
It slide in the kitchen
Fuck them other niggas cuz I
Ride for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas cuz I
Ride for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas huh
Pull up, hop out, Fuck, it's nothing
Pull up in a coupe
Bitches holla "What it do?"
It go fuck them other niggas cuz
I'm stuntin' with the crew
Glass of ace, cup of goose
Fuckin' bitches by the group
Niggas hatin' on the kid and
I'm sceamin' FUCK YOU!
Bust two, shots in the air, money er'ywhere
Bitch i'm rare
Said she wanna leave fuck her I don't care
What I wear, new balenciagas 650 a pair
Chain on, lights flash on me
All the bitches stare
I'm doin' mine, all I know is grind
All I do is sip and shine
Ain't no waistin' time
I'm a upper echelon nigga
I don't wait in line
E'ry bitch I fuck a dime
She keep it if she a nine huh
Run shit, nigga bet, put a check on
Bitch i'm a star i'ma hide from a nigga
Sh-shots in the air money er'ywhere
P-pull up in a coupe
Bitches holla "What it do?"