letra de pull up - freddy g
[intro]
(juan, you made this?)
ayy
yeah
[chorus]
i pull up, got two bad b-tches with me
let ’em suck on my neck, but no hickeys
my dude came with the pole, the bl!cky
he insane, let it go if you iffy
finger itchy, he dyin’ to scratch it
need the pack, then we flyin’ to grab it
got your dame in the coupe and she flashin’
she amazed by the jewels and the fashion
i pull up, got two bad b-tches with me
let ’em suck on my neck, but no hickeys
my dude came with the pole, the bl!cky
hе insane, let it go if you iffy
finger itchy, hе dyin’ to scratch it
need the pack, then we flyin’ to grab it
got your dame in the coupe and she flashin’
she amazed by the jewels and the fashion
[verse 1]
i’m pushin’ this weight off my chest, know a plug and a shooter from cuba
move the pack through the uber for mula
on the floor like i’m prayin’ to buddha
on the h-rn like i’m playin’ the tuba
make a call, run it back like i’m odell
now i’m hittin’ your b-tch like, “oh, well”
siad i be doin’ it so well
look, my bro gon’ slide if i tell him to pull up
stay with some rounds on his waist like a hula
he don’t do hair, but he play with extensions
he know it all, he ain’t askin’ no questions
big bank, so i do what i wanna
f-ck hoes and smoke on the best marijuana
i got a thot that’s as hot as a sauna
i got a glock that’ll pop on your mama
them bands what you lackin’ a lot of
we don’t f-ck with them lames, that’s not us
shorty hop out the car, she ain’t gotta go far when she look for the best, she gon’ spot us
yeah, i know that it’s dope, i made it
hope you switchin’ the flow ’cause that ain’t it
yeah, you want the attention, but how i’m gon’ pay you attention? i’m makin’ you famous
[chorus]
i pull up, got two bad b-tches with me
let ’em suck on my neck, but no hickeys
my dude came with the pole, the bl!cky
he insane, let it go if you iffy
finger itchy, he dyin’ to scratch it
need the pack, then we flyin’ to grab it
got your dame in the coupe and she flashin’
she amazed by the jewels and the fashion
i pull up, got two bad b-tches with me
let ’em suck on my neck, but no hickeys
my dude came with the pole, the bl!cky
he insane, let it go if you iffy
finger itchy, he dyin’ to scratch it
need the pack, then we flyin’ to grab it
got your dame in the coupe and she flashin’
she amazed by the jewels and the fashion
[verse 2]
you know i’m way focused on it
run up my racks, can’t f-ck up my moment
your b-tch stuck at my crib, covid
came in walkin’ and left out bowlegged
watch how they fly, code red
major league n-gga, call mizzy, he throw flame
project baby, i ain’t rockin’ no balmain
get to that money, wanna live where it don’t rain
can’t run from your problems, oh, man
i need money, you got it, no way
uh, how you wanna help me spend it?
when i was dead broke, you ain’t help me get it
i’m comin’ from nothin’, makin’ it somethin’
runnin’ from the trap sh-t, called up my brothers
i keep comin’ back, we ain’t leavin’ each other
if we in the streets, then we keepin’ it gutter
but i got a way though
options, weigh those
we on the map, put the east on payroll
talk bankrolls
but ain’t nothin’ changed, still in plain clothes
can’t think like a rich n-gga, still actin’ broke
come f-ck with me, i ain’t sellin’ no hope
put her on her feet, now my b-tch drive the boat
n-gga, i’m fit for the shift, i can hold
uh, shorty, she bad, but she got friends
i don’t wanna f-ck if she ain’t tryna bust
every day, b-tch, i’m trappin’, i can’t give it up
if i wanna, i pass her, ain’t stingy for nothin’
back in the days when i didn’t have a wave
i ain’t never had love, know they made me this crazy
i f-cked this bad b-tch by the way she get paper
brung her to the hood, fascinated by my neighbors
my life ain’t good, i don’t even got cable
watch me on tv, play me like a sega
put it on repeat, my app, you can rate it
i don’t got the best song, but i got the best flavor
stackin’ that cheddar, n0body else know
givin’ that mouth up like she grown
switchin’ it up, i’ll sing to ’em cold
n-gga act hard, but he told
[chorus]
i pull up, got two bad b-tches with me
let ’em suck on my neck, but no hickeys
my dude came with the pole, the bl!cky
he insane, let it go if you iffy
finger itchy, he dyin’ to scratch it
need the pack, then we flyin’ to grab it
got your dame in the coupe and she flashin’
she amazed by the jewels and the fashion
i pull up, got two bad b-tches with me
let ’em suck on my neck, but no hickeys
my dude came with the pole, the bl!cky
he insane, let it go if you iffy
finger itchy, he dyin’ to scratch it
need the pack, then we flyin’ to grab it
got your dame in the coupe and she flashin’
she amazed by the jewels and the fashion
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