Pull Up (feat. Marley G) - OTW CLAN

Yeah, hey Woah, hey, yah I pull up on 'em, I pull up on 'em Yeah Okay, I pull up on the East side You know how a G slide Throwing up the peace sign Let me hit it three times That's just how it be (Huh) That's just how it be (Wha, wha, wha) That's just how it be (Huh) That's just how it be (Wha, wha, wha) Used to drive a Nissan Drinkin' on Capri Suns Now I got a sweet ride She gon' lick it three times That's just how it be (Huh, wha) That's just how it be That's just how it be (Huh) That's just how it be (What, what, what) Yo, okay Lately I been feeling myself They know I still got a belt Fresh to death, ooh, killin' myself Revealin' myself She want a flick with the kid (Boss) Dope, dealin' myself I could lose everything all in a second I pick up the obituary, bit of myself I'm just riding it, motivated I'm grinding, it's overstated My timing is picture perfect When I slide in, I know they waitin' Giant, there's no mistakin' – been winnin' for ten (Okay) And that's a decade, check the headspace, I'm good Okay, I pull up on the East side You know how a G slide Throwing up the peace sign Let me hit it three times That's just how it be (Huh) That's just how it be (Wha, wha, wha) That's just how it be (Wha) That's just how it be (Wha, wha, wha, wha, wha) Used to drive a Nissan Drinkin' on Capri Suns Now I got a sweet ride She gon' lick it three times That's just how it be (Huh) That's just how it be (Wha, wha, wha, wha) That's just how it be (Wha) That's just how it be (Wha, wha, wha, wha, wha) Yeah, got a thotiana, she from East Atlanta She work the shift at the fallers, yeah, she a nasty dolla All my diamonds dancing, woah, you can call me MC Hammer Try to take them off my knee, I'ma let 'em meet the hammer Swear I'm all about the check, I ain't ever been a scammer Just when I'm about to hit, shorty too hot to handle They try to run off with the drip so I had to change the channel She tied me up in the presidential suite, I watch the scandal Try to pull on the South Side, 4G Eiffel Tower Bustin' at a mall, You never made a fifty or a hunnid, I don't know where to start I go to sleep with one eye open like I'm Fetty Wap Look under my pillow, you gon' get hit with the .40 Glock We know you ain't even livin' like that, need a gritty lie I went, playin' games, I change my mind, I'm 'bout to fight it out My money ain't the same, you know, we ain't runnin' out If you ain't gang gang (Yeah, okay), yeah I'm done with mine I pull up on the East side You know how a G slide Throwing up the peace sign Let me hit it three times That's just how it be (Huh) That's just how it be (Woo) That's just how it be (Huh) That's just how it be Used to drive a Nissan Drinkin' on Capri Suns Now I got a sweet ride She gon' lick it three times That's just how it be (Huh, wha) That's just how it be (Wha, wha, wha, wha) That's just how it be (Huh, wha) That's just how it be (Wha, wha, wha, wha) I pull up on 'em, I pull up on 'em Pull up o'

Go Grizz, winners circle Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas Look what I formed alone, ain't nobody had to put me on nigga I got my foot up on niggas, I hear 'em takin' the lingo (takin' the lingo) My trap phone helped me get that designer before I was breakin' a single My racks long, remember a nigga was literally breakin' a single (literally breakin' a single) You know that yay gettin' mangled nigga, I hold that K at an angle I gotta feed the team, you know I give the blueprint to my niggas (give the blueprint to my niggas) Watch how I flee the scene, I got 2 bitches inside of the Fisker Who you think gave the ingredients? I am the one with seasonin' (the one with seasonin') Yeah, my ego I'm feedin' it (feedin' it), I hope you niggas obedient (obedient) Yeah, look a demon in his eyes, you'll never know what you see in it (you'll never know what you see) Yeah, I pull up speedin' in the ride, no it don't come with a key in it (no it don't come with a key) Yeah, but I smell like a key in it, yeah, I look fresh off the border (fresh off the border) Duckin' the feds and recorders (feds and recorders), you know I rest with the Taurus (you know I rest with the) I keep some ice on my neck, I gotta stay with my head above water Yeah, I'm mixin' Sprite with the Tech, constantly poppin' the meds that I ordered, yeah (Talk to 'em) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (we pullin up whatever nigga you already know) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (all kinda foreign shit) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (fly shit, a true thug nigga, dripped out bitch) I was in the trenches, believe me But I was blessed and finessed, so I make it look easy Nah but this shit wasn't easy I was in a shoot-out, I'm talkin' to Nicki, got flew out I was right next to Weezy And I gotta clutch when I meet you (when I meet you) Might have my .40 to greet you (greet you) Kept that lil shake like a seizure I'll go to New York, interview at This is 50, and run up a 50 ball Landed at Kennedy, no we couldn't fly with the blicky, ay dog, we need one of y'alls Ain't got no enemies, fuck it still gotta keep it with me, might run into one of y'alls Want smoke at this show, we gon' shoot this bitch and you know might as well don't even come at all I been that nigga, turnt up my flex as a youngin', you know me and somersault Come put that shit up, at least a whole when you hit us, we flip it, no somersault I fucked that shit up Ran through a sack with my niggas, we here for a bunch of raw (yeah) Ain't give no fuck I was tryna get fly, charged my cousin 8K for a hundred balls When Fazo died and they pulled Zell over, he was like, "Fuck the law" Pullin' up with freshman, they like, "Herbo, you a fuckin' dog" Charmed all my teachers, shootin' dice in P.E, cheerleaders, fucked 'em all (you know this shit) Still might get a C-D, 'fore I made a CD, I ain't give a fuck at all Still in Chiraq with the GDs, yeah with the BDs, yeah I fuck with 'em all Honestly I don't give a fuck where you from, what you is, fuck with me then you fuck with the wrong Honestly I'ma just stop let you think 'bout your next move You don't wanna leave your momma 'n 'em lonely I'ma just aim at your top, give a fuck what the vest do Any day you just come run up on me (Talk to 'em) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (we pullin up whatever nigga you already know) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (all kinda foreign shit) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (fly shit, a true thug nigga, dripped out bitch) I just went got me a Coupe, fuck that single shit went got me a group Glock kick like BlocBoy when it shoot Your family won't know til it come on the news I pop me one of them blues, all in my locker, my gun up in school (gun up in) I'm in a good mood, I ain't wanna be rude (naw) Just look at these rappers, you wanna see food Listen, before the booth I was goin' through it in the kitchen Tyson on the roof, I was lookin' for a pigeon Givenchy to the shoes, first day up outta prison She seen the roof dippin', that true lemoniscious Since nigga did Hpnotiq, foreign shit gettin' out it Ahki I'm lookin' like bin Laden Just wait till the price change, you think I ice skate, this ain't no hockey we been slidin' Gelato too loud gotta Zip-Lock it My money grew up, you got kid pockets The coke is A-1, call it Len Bias Tryn assault me, no emoji, send fire (fire) I treat the back of the 'Bach like a studio, your bitch just gave me a mic test Just come to the mansion, see all these Ghosts and these Phantoms, shit lookin' like Fright Fest When I used to sip, it was just Pineapple Fanta if ain't no more Sprite left Just work on your aim, if you a dependable hitter that's gon' be a nice check Balmain got me rockin' these white sweats They match the Off-Whites with the Nike checks Ass bettin' that's a dice death, I see my future through the Pyrex (Talk to 'em) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas