Pull Up

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Hold up
Spiffy on this motherfucker, nigga
Global Business
Hoodrich Pablo Juan, you know what I'm saying?
Pull up, handle that, man
Handle that, dig that, do that

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Calling my phone, I might not answer
Rocking Desinger with Pandas
Got my ladies look like Magic City dancers
Fuck on your hoe in Givenchy sandals
I pull up in the new Phantom
Don't care 'bout that bitch, look like a candle
I got my double cup filled up with dirty Fanta
I'm gonna do it myself, let the business get handled
For that cash money, I'ma pull up
Do the dash on her when I pull up
'Cause she bad, you know I'ma pull up
If there's a bag, you know I'ma pull up
How you see me before I pull up
Pinky ring with them big old [?]
Ain't lifting weight, push up
We don't debate, pull up

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Forget about that [?] shit, we gon' get to it
Dirty Fanta, four ounces of fluid
Finally made a hundred thousand off a jugg
Jump out my pockets, look like Suge
Shit on my neck, dripping wet
[?] 'bout my MONY POWR RSPT
Boss bitch graduated, Georgia Tech
She got good head on her, it's the best
I wanna hit from the back
Jump out the back of the [?]
I'ma count money till I get a heart attack
And I'm strapped up like a Army vet
Shoot for your head and I'm [?] wearing a vest
24/7, in the trap with no rest
Don't come with shorts, we ain't taking no lessons
I feel like a king, gold on my neck
I used to trap it on Bouldercrest
Got to ride foreign, I can't buy a 'Vette
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Hundred round drum, made them bang back
Put all them bands in the backpack
I made the Sprite dirty with the Act
Get on a flight and I'm coming right back
Still in the hood with the ice on my neck

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Calling my phone, I might not answer
Rocking Desinger with Pandas
Got my ladies look like Magic City dancers
Fuck on your hoe in Givenchy sandals
I pull up in the new Phantom
Don't care 'bout that bitch, look like a candle
I got my double cup filled up with dirty Fanta
I'm gonna do it myself, let the business get handled
For that cash money, I'ma pull up
Do the dash on her when I pull up
'Cause she bad, you know I'ma pull up
If there's a bag, you know I'ma pull up
How you see me before I pull up
Pinky ring with them big old [?]
Ain't lifting weight, push up
We don't debate, pull up

[Verse 2: MPR Tito]
I'm pulling up with a digital dash
I hop out clean with the Louis bag
Glock 40, I'll bust your ass
Will cut you in the way, I don't trust your ass
Designer Blood, I got a Louis flag
On 1'5 with my ratchet ass
Got a new Coupe and that bitch fast
If it ain't real, finessed his ass
Fuck on that hoe, now she screaming my tag
Jugging the ice, now I bought me a Jag
Big homie on Candler Road
We go way back just like [?]
I'm too silent off in the streets
I've never been, I'll never fold
Stayed down, [?]
Then run off on the plug
Fuck on that hoe in the Rover
Spiffy, he said that we global
Holding that fire with no holster
I'm bak on turf and I told you
I'm pouring the four in the soda
Whipping that dope with the soda
Will call the play in the red zone
But [?] he a little closer