"Pull Up On You" lyrics

[Trippie Redd:]
Rasta Rebelz
Big 14 Know what the fuck going on
Ayy

Pulled up in the coupe (Skrt)
Know I'm with your boo (Know I'm with your boo)
Ayy, play her like a flute (Like a- like a flute)
Ayy, countin' all the loot (All the loot, all the loot)
Ayy, we don't fuck with you (No)
Ayy, choppers will bust at you
Hit his head, doo-doo-doo-doo (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
You're dead, man (Yeah)
You're dead, man, yeah
You're dead, man, yeah
Pulled up in the coupe (Skrt)
Rasta Papii with me drop the roof

Bitch, I'm Trippie Redd, like who the fuck is you
Bitch, I'm Zeus
Key to this rap shit is staying focused, be versatile
Pussy boy I'm really 'round, bitch I got that sound
I'ma make momma proud, bitch I'm blowing loud
Pull up in your town then I air it out
Pull up at your house fuck him up
Fuck you up, fuck you up (Fuck you up)
Better duck, .30 keep it tucked (Doo-doo-doo)
Know I'm bussing', ayy. Know I bust, yeah
Know I'm bussing', ayy. Know I bust, yeah

Pulled up in the coupe (Skrt)
Know I'm with your boo (Know I'm with your boo)
Ayy, play her like a flute (Like a- like a flute)
Ayy, countin' all the loot (All the loot, all the loot)
Ayy, we don't fuck with you (No)
Ayy, choppers will bust at you
Hit his head, doo-doo-doo-doo (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
You're dead, man (Yeah)
You're dead, man, yeah
You're dead, man, yeah
Pulled up in the coupe (Skrt)
Rasta Papii with me drop the roof

[Rasta Papii:]
'Ready know what it do
'Ready know what it do
Versatile yeah, we so smooth
You can't ride my wave, you not cool
Ayy, what it do? Ayy, ayy, ayy, what it do?
Ayy, ayy, you don't ever talk the truth
I don't wanna talk to you
I can never salute
You is not my troop
I'm just riding' through the city, been made moves
You gon' hate on me today
I'ma pull up and I'ma-
Uh, ayy
Pull up and you can't hate
Me and you can't relate
Trippie Redd, Trippie state
I'm switching state, yeah, we switching state

[Trippie Redd:]
Pulled up in the coupe (Skrt)
Know I'm with your boo (Know I'm with your boo)
Ayy, play her like a flute (Like a- like a flute)
Ayy, countin' all the loot (All the loot, all the loot)
Ayy, we don't fuck with you (No)
Ayy, choppers will bust at you
Hit his head, doo-doo-doo-doo (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
You're dead, man (Yeah)
You're dead, man, yeah
You're dead, man, yeah
Pulled up in the coupe (Skrt)
Rasta Papii with me drop the roof

Bitch, I'm Trippie Redd