"Pull Up Pull Out" lyrics
(feat. Danny Towers)
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
I'm really in the field, these niggas on the bench
I'm really in the field, these niggas on the bench
12 lurking, tryna make a nigga spill the beans
But I can never fold, I can't go against the grain
I'm popping adderall, popping xannies for the pain
Just real gang shit, ain't no pussies in between
I'm running through a bag, pockets full of cash, fully loaded mag
I don't got it on me, but my nigga do, I bet he do yo ass
OG gas bag, pounds in the trash, Danny do the dishes
These niggas out her snitching, I can't serve him up, he look too suspicious
I collar pop it, He gon pull up with a .38
You can try your luck, but pussy, all my niggas dirty face
I can tell just by looking at him, he a stain
If you really keep a pole, how they hit you for your chain?
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
I'm really in the field, these niggas on the bench
I'm really in the field, these niggas on the bench
Druggy, muddy, off the dirty dirty
Codeine up in my system hella early
Sippy sip, I screw the ice, we getting thirsty
Honestly, I'm probably just the realest nigga walking
Dropping syrup off the tech, I'm off it
You ain't claiming gangster, ain't no need of talking
All my niggas dangerous, get the sign of caution
Got this itty bitty bitch
She all up on my line and claiming that she want it
If that pussy worth flaunting, then throw it my way, ain't no need for no taunting
Flip a pack and smoke a zip like "What you needing?"
Boy, you counterfeit
You be faking when you speaking
Me, I keep real, I'm no like the deacon
Sipping codeine like it's liquor
Eating on xannies, thinking that the shit could just hit me
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
I'm really in the field, these niggas on the bench
I'm really in the field, these niggas on the bench
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
I'm really in the field, these niggas on the bench
I'm really in the field, these niggas on the bench
12 lurking, tryna make a nigga spill the beans
But I can never fold, I can't go against the grain
I'm popping adderall, popping xannies for the pain
Just real gang shit, ain't no pussies in between
I'm running through a bag, pockets full of cash, fully loaded mag
I don't got it on me, but my nigga do, I bet he do yo ass
OG gas bag, pounds in the trash, Danny do the dishes
These niggas out her snitching, I can't serve him up, he look too suspicious
I collar pop it, He gon pull up with a .38
You can try your luck, but pussy, all my niggas dirty face
I can tell just by looking at him, he a stain
If you really keep a pole, how they hit you for your chain?
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
I'm really in the field, these niggas on the bench
I'm really in the field, these niggas on the bench
Druggy, muddy, off the dirty dirty
Codeine up in my system hella early
Sippy sip, I screw the ice, we getting thirsty
Honestly, I'm probably just the realest nigga walking
Dropping syrup off the tech, I'm off it
You ain't claiming gangster, ain't no need of talking
All my niggas dangerous, get the sign of caution
Got this itty bitty bitch
She all up on my line and claiming that she want it
If that pussy worth flaunting, then throw it my way, ain't no need for no taunting
Flip a pack and smoke a zip like "What you needing?"
Boy, you counterfeit
You be faking when you speaking
Me, I keep real, I'm no like the deacon
Sipping codeine like it's liquor
Eating on xannies, thinking that the shit could just hit me
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
Pull up, pull out, flex
I'm really in the field, these niggas on the bench
I'm really in the field, these niggas on the bench
