"Pull Up" lyrics

"Pull Up"
(feat. Trae Tha Truth)

[Too $hort:]
Smoke some, drink some
All the girls twerkin', shake some
We get fucked up and don't know how to act
Anywhere we be is where the party at
Pull up, pull up
Got drink, got gas, fill up
It's where them girls at, pull up
Where we at is where it's at
Pull up

I spit game like a real one supposed to
They can't walk a mile in my old shoes
Should I pull up in a foreign or an oldschool
All that pillow talkin', that's what hoes do
You pull up with the cash, yeah, I'm comin' out
Bitch run them racks up like you run your mouth
I can open up shop or I can shut it down
Make a phone call, pull up with them hundred rounds
I fill a bitch head with game, I'm the coach
You better get your head in the game
Livin' legend, I'm the best in the game
Too $hort, when you say it, put respect on my name

Smoke some, drink some
All the girls twerkin', shake some
We get fucked up and don't know how to act
Anywhere we be is where the party at
Pull up, pull up
Got drink, got gas, fill up
It's where them girls at, pull up
Where we at is where it's at
Pull up

[Trae tha Truth:]
I was told 'Respect the gangsta, never play with clowns'
From the jungle, try to roam it, they gon take ya down
Flex your hustle, get that sack until they weigh you down
All this water on my neck, I'm on the way to drown
Get your chick in position, then go to play the drills
Better go when I'm finished, it ain't no stay and chill
Day is bright on the green, tryna play the field
Rest In Peace, Pimp C, gotta play it real
In this big bag lookin' like I was Trae tha Truth king
Better know that everything I speak is valid
Make your bitch secure the bag, tell her count it, look like a [?]
Where I'm from, you play with me, they gon lay em up like a pallet

[Too $hort:]
Smoke some, drink some
All the girls twerking, shake some
We get fucked up and don't know how to act
Anywhere we be is where the party at
Pull up, pull up
Got drink, got gas, fill up
It's where them hoes at, pull up
Where we at is where it's at
Pull up (Biatch)


Writer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Justin Lewis Scott, Mike Hartnett, Santiaugo Kawaun Gathright
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