Pull Up

[Hook: Big Krit] When I pull up, it’s over (I pull up, it’s over) When I pull up, it’s over (I pull up, it’s over) When I pull up, it’s over (I pull up, it’s over) Better cuff yo chick, this shit here legit [Verse 1: Big Krit] 5 in the morning, wide and yawning, can’t turn my beat up On the way to a bopper with a crib that I kick my feet up See the candy was shining, freshly priming, first time I seen her Now she wanna ride high with her head in the sky look down on all her people Ain’t it crazy how pavement be cracking when I’m slabbing them ‘bows Hoes go to jump in and can’t find the handles on my doors So much twerking and working in here, I should install a pole For them strippers that love to suck and fuck and get, get down on the floor Transformers can’t fuck with this, not the way my doors flip Skyscraper tall when I creep and crawl, is that Krit or a solar eclipse Rise of the apes in my trunk, while my chariot swanging down Make a pro catch ghosts like the rapture approach when my old school come around [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Sant] Say bitch I pulled up on the curb, straight peeled off with yo girl Said she wanna ride with a pimp, wanna get that dick that she deserves Said my back seat softer than a pillow top, paint so wet that it hit the spot And I’ma quench ya thirst, that little nigga should’ve did it first You was holding hands and I was in her purse I’m getting throwed up under city lights She right side checking lipstick, tryna make sure that her titties right We in the parking lot with the trunk open and sipping Sitting outside the whip with the wood grain wheel like it’s 1996 Yea trick I’m riding dirty, Big Sant bitch I know you heard me Tryna get the ‘Lac with the ‘84s, tag just gon’ say “beg for mercy” I just swerve and swang and bang it, but beware ‘cause a ho might leave you hanging Better let ‘em know I’m forever ho, they kicking doors open, pay what you owe me I told ‘em... [Hook] [Verse 3: Bun B] See pimping is what pimping is and macking do what it feels like Drip the drape with that ? stitching and 4s and vogues so I feel right Candy paint on that body mane, chrome the grill and that woman Them belts and bucks and 5th wheel on the trunk, you’ll hear beat knock when I’m coming That bass so hard that it’s numbing, that chrome so shiny it’s blinding Them seats so soft that I’m sinking in and so it’s no need to recline ‘em I drop the top and you see me, got different shit on each TV Got one with Sopranos, one with The Wire, the one up front is Boardwalk Empire Wood grain wheel so goddamn new, that sap come out when I grip it I represent for that PAT and that H so hard, I’m still tipping I chunk the deuce when I flip it, for my city I put on RIP to the Pimp, this UGK for life for real and I’m gone [Hook]