Testo Pull Up - Toosii
Testo della canzone Pull Up (Toosii), tratta dall'album Friday Night: Rap Mix
(Think we found a LoopHole)
Yeah, tell a nigga, "Pull up," yeah
Pull up, we poppin' outside, yeah (sheesh)
Had to switch flips like four, five times (skrrt)
Like, two, three sticks in my ride, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
Tell a nigga, "Pull up" (uh)
Pull up, be ready to die (hah)
Don't make me mad if you love your life
If you do, I ain't wastin' no time
Fancy, I got the Bottegas on me (Bottegas on me)
We posted at the bodega, homie (bodega, homie)
I lend her guap, holy matrimony (sheesh)
I done married the money, the paper only (whoo)
Don't fuck with niggas, they fake and phony (fake)
Why do thеse niggas be fakin' on me? (Snakes)
I rather do it all by my lonely
Say you want the crown, nigga, come take it from me
You want the crown, come and take it from me
I make it rain when it slick or sunny
I'm kinda small but I be with the dummy
Don't make a call if it ain't about money
They should've told you ain't nothin' funny
You should've asked why these bitches love me
I keep it on like the water been runnin'
I ain't wastin' no time if it ain't about nothin', yeah
Pull up, the seat back, uh
I know why he mad
I done put in work, no slack, and it all paid off
I've been thumbin' through racks (through racks)
Commas, I need that, what? Uh
I know why he mad
I've been stickin' straight to the code, get the bag
While these other niggas comin' in last
Tell a nigga, "Pull up," yeah
Pull up, we poppin' outside, yeah (sheesh)
Had to switch flips like four, five times (skrrt)
Like, two, three sticks in my ride, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
Tell a nigga, "Pull up" (uh)
Pull up, be ready to die (hah)
Don't make me mad if you love your life
If you do, I ain't wastin' no time
I'm Mr. Get Out On Feet (21)
He tried to run through the cut
Boy, where you goin'? Get hawked down the street (21)
Glock with a switch hit a nigga with a left hook, right hook
Muhammad Ali (on God)
If you ain't signin' no major, you better off
Not even askin' my fee (straight up)
That shit a couple hundred Gs (21)
He a pussycat like Garfield (21)
Stick make a nigga do a cartwheel (straight up)
Since Savage Mode, it been six years (on God)
And, a nigga still ain't got a heart, still (on God)
Still a hotbox, we cartel (21)
Catch him on the highway, roadkill (21)
Walk up on a nigga, pull his coat tail (21)
Y'all niggas runnin' from the smoke still (21)
Yeah, he a rat, but he ain't got cheese (pussy)
Givin' out sleep, who want Zs? (Pussy)
Spinnin' all summer, ain't no peace (pussy)
Y'all chase clout, we lowkey (pussy)
Reppin' 21 until I'm OV (21)
He need gas, he on E (21)
All that woofin', he too drunk (21)
Got his ass smashed by the OE (21, 21)
Tell a nigga, "Pull up" (pull up)
Credits
Writer(s): Elias Klughammer, David Ruoff, Ahmar Bailey, She'yaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Janko Raseta, Horace Walls
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