Pull Up

[Produced By AC3 Beats] [Verse 1 – Trizz] Gold Rolex on my neck when you see me nigga You got a problem you can holler when you see a nigga Bitches mad, I don’t know em when they see me nigga I don’t trust no racks, cause pimping ain’t easy nigga Who I’m with? Your bitch when I ride up Creep crap, two step when I slide up You my cousin or we blood, make your mind up We shoot out here, but if you with it we can line up If you short with my scrilla you can get tied up Fuck a bitch, nigga get money until your time up That shit is vital, determining where you wind up Pussy come with the territory so get your grind up T R I crooked letters don’t forget it I’m only out to get it, my nigga I’m with the business So if a nigga asking you questions tell him I did it Pull up where I’m at, nigga with the ‘quipments You can get it, bitch [Hook – Rick Taylor] Nigga I’m bout that issue Keep some killer goon niggas right on me Goon niggas right on me Yeah my squad official Every nigga 100 round me 100 round me Got to keep a pistol, in case a nigga wanna come try me Nigga wanna try me Yeah my squad official And they want to kill a nigga tonight I’m about that issue Don’t make me bust my pistol I’m about that issue Don’t make me bust my pistol [Verse 2 – Chuuwee] Give a fuck what a nigga got to say Watch me spit up in a bitch nigga face like calm down Grab a skinny little bitty by the waste Tell a bad bitch sit on my face Man that shit is my way This my one, I’m faded Any problem that a nigga ever had, I’ll face it Pass me that blunt little bitch, Imma face it I’m 8 blunts deep, to the face, getting wasted Niggas all fake, on some copy then paste shit My nigga AC3 hit me with the bass like boom boom Boom, fat ass big titties Let me puff puff pass then smash that kitty cat I heard a bummy ass nigga say give me that Gimme got shot with a brand new mini mac (brat) Snapback for my fitted cap Nigga south sack, Iraq where it’s really at [Hook] [Verse 3 – Trizz] Pull up gang, we out here, run that Click clack, stay strapped, where your gun at? Prepared and paranoid, don’t get bust at Keep it low key cause ain’t no telling where the ones at Starting drama for nothing, hey Imma [?] that But if it’s money we talking then where them funds at Niggas hating for nothing like where the love at I’m out here alone with no friends nigga, fuck that You tryna go get this money, you can come with me Fuck bitches, get faded, have fun with me I talk shit and it’s crazy how ain’t no slugs hit me That’s cause I be killing, the crips and the bloods fuck with me They show me love like I’m banging a set But really I’m strictly neutral, only bang in the west I travel around the world, but I stay to the left I went out on tour with Tech, and it gained me respect Nigga