Pull Up

Verse One:
Riding around in the Bentley don't know where it came from i'm up at the top
Uh
Niggas be drowning their sorrows in shit depressed music i'm here to be rocked
Uh
You can not fuck wit the boys who don't know what they boutta to get into tonight
Uh
Them boys don't know what we doing we fucking their bitches and getting some top
Bitches be riding
Niggas be fuckin a lot
They know i be sliding
Yeah while i am smoking the pot
Crucifying
They know i use the red dot
When you lying
About making the drop

Verse Two:
Them boy dying...when i shoot up there mothfucken home
Bitches lying..when they getting questioned about us
Fuck the cops yeah...yeah we do whatever we want
Leave em drying..yeah we leave em dead and alone
Niggas flying...in their own mother fuckin jets
Babys crying...at the sound of shooters shit
Wimpy diary...of a fuckin wimpy kid
Bfg...big fat girl
Come back to the hotel for some satisfaction that you really really need
Uh
People be fighting and brawling but they dont know why just to make money
'uh
Niggas be beefing for nothin they love each other they just want the fame
Uh
Bitches be fuckin wit me wanna do cowgirl yes please

Chorus:
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Money
Bitches
Fame
Pull up
Niggas
Wit me
Till i
Fkn die
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up

Verse Three:
No room for respect yall niggas be lovin me for my money and fame
Loyalty is key if you want to get into the mothfucken hall of fame
People be dying from school shooters who feel out of fucken line
But these niggas be fuckin wit bitches who run up and let their hair down

Chorus:
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Money
Bitches
Fame
Pullup
Niggas
Wit me
Till i
Fkn die
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up

Outro:
Its been ya boy lil brendy'
No cap