"Pull Up" lyrics
Jay Worthy, Kamaiyah & Harry Fraud Lyrics
(feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
Yeah
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Pull up to the party on that gangsta shit
I'm with my gangsta clique, they let the gangstas in
Pants saggin' on my Forces with a gangsta brim
I'm with a gang of hoes, and my gangsta bitch
She got a strap in the purse, yeah, we got that in
I'm turnt up on blunts, off a gang of hen
Who them whoopin' in my section, oh, that's gang n' them
P-hats, B-hats, A's and M's
Big dobie got us trippin' so we faded, shit
Rack one in the hand with a fifth of Henny
I bounce back in my Chevy, what's happenin', folk
P-Funk, no cuts with the rattlin' truck, whoa
It go money, hoes, fancy shit
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch
If she come back broke then that's a simp
And I ain't never slow down like Activis
It go money, cars, clothes
Two cribs, one for the hoes
Puff a zoot, I don't play with my nose
If she say I'm the GOAT, well, I suppose
It goes money, hoes, fancy shit
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch
If she come back broke then that's a simp
If you never knock nothin', don't ask me shit, pimp
Pull up with some niggas that's gon' gangsta walk
I'm a gangsta bitch, I'm a gangsta broad
Pull up in the coupe, that's a gangsta car
On that flashy tip, I'm a gangsta star
Bitch, I smell good, and I look good
And I fuck good, know this pussy A1
Yo' bitch pay good, she so flagrant
Roll through Jay hood, nigga, I'ma stay good
And they tried to knock me off, and these hoes all failed
Fuckin' for the clout but still not gon' sell
I'm this independent bitch, I got mail
I got it off the work, bitch, I got scales
It go money, hoes, fancy shit
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch
If she come back broke then that's a simp
And I ain't never slow down like Activis
It go money, cars, clothes
Two cribs, one for the hoes
Puff a zoot, I don't play with my nose
If she say I'm the GOAT, well, I suppose
It goes money, hoes, fancy shit
Money, cars, clothes
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch
Two cribs, one for the hoes
It goes money, hoes, fancy shit
Money, cars, clothes
If you never knock nothin', don't ask me shit
If she say I'm the GOAT, well, I suppose
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Pull up to the party on that gangsta shit
I'm with my gangsta clique, they let the gangstas in
Pants saggin' on my Forces with a gangsta brim
I'm with a gang of hoes, and my gangsta bitch
She got a strap in the purse, yeah, we got that in
I'm turnt up on blunts, off a gang of hen
Who them whoopin' in my section, oh, that's gang n' them
P-hats, B-hats, A's and M's
Big dobie got us trippin' so we faded, shit
Rack one in the hand with a fifth of Henny
I bounce back in my Chevy, what's happenin', folk
P-Funk, no cuts with the rattlin' truck, whoa
It go money, hoes, fancy shit
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch
If she come back broke then that's a simp
And I ain't never slow down like Activis
It go money, cars, clothes
Two cribs, one for the hoes
Puff a zoot, I don't play with my nose
If she say I'm the GOAT, well, I suppose
It goes money, hoes, fancy shit
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch
If she come back broke then that's a simp
If you never knock nothin', don't ask me shit, pimp
Pull up with some niggas that's gon' gangsta walk
I'm a gangsta bitch, I'm a gangsta broad
Pull up in the coupe, that's a gangsta car
On that flashy tip, I'm a gangsta star
Bitch, I smell good, and I look good
And I fuck good, know this pussy A1
Yo' bitch pay good, she so flagrant
Roll through Jay hood, nigga, I'ma stay good
And they tried to knock me off, and these hoes all failed
Fuckin' for the clout but still not gon' sell
I'm this independent bitch, I got mail
I got it off the work, bitch, I got scales
It go money, hoes, fancy shit
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch
If she come back broke then that's a simp
And I ain't never slow down like Activis
It go money, cars, clothes
Two cribs, one for the hoes
Puff a zoot, I don't play with my nose
If she say I'm the GOAT, well, I suppose
It goes money, hoes, fancy shit
Money, cars, clothes
Let the ho choose up, don't ask the bitch
Two cribs, one for the hoes
It goes money, hoes, fancy shit
Money, cars, clothes
If you never knock nothin', don't ask me shit
If she say I'm the GOAT, well, I suppose
