Pull Up

[Produced By AC3 Beats]

[Verse 1 – Trizz]
Gold Rolex on my neck when you see me nigga
You got a problem you can holler when you see a nigga
Bitches mad, I don’t know em when they see me nigga
I don’t trust no racks, cause pimping ain’t easy nigga
Who I’m with? Your bitch when I ride up
Creep crap, two step when I slide up
You my cousin or we blood, make your mind up
We shoot out here, but if you with it we can line up
If you short with my scrilla you can get tied up
Fuck a bitch, nigga get money until your time up
That shit is vital, determining where you wind up
Pussy come with the territory so get your grind up
T R I crooked letters don’t forget it
I’m only out to get it, my nigga I’m with the business
So if a nigga asking you questions tell him I did it
Pull up where I’m at, nigga with the ‘quipments
You can get it, bitch

[Hook – Rick Taylor]
Nigga I’m bout that issue
Keep some killer goon niggas right on me
Goon niggas right on me
Yeah my squad official
Every nigga 100 round me
100 round me
Got to keep a pistol, in case a nigga wanna come try me
Nigga wanna try me
Yeah my squad official
And they want to kill a nigga tonight
I’m about that issue
Don’t make me bust my pistol
I’m about that issue
Don’t make me bust my pistol

[Verse 2 – Chuuwee]
Give a fuck what a nigga got to say
Watch me spit up in a bitch nigga face like calm down
Grab a skinny little bitty by the waste
Tell a bad bitch sit on my face
Man that shit is my way
This my one, I’m faded
Any problem that a nigga ever had, I’ll face it
Pass me that blunt little bitch, Imma face it
I’m 8 blunts deep, to the face, getting wasted
Niggas all fake, on some copy then paste shit
My nigga AC3 hit me with the bass like boom boom
Boom, fat ass big titties
Let me puff puff pass then smash that kitty cat
I heard a bummy ass nigga say give me that
Gimme got shot with a brand new mini mac (brat)
Snapback for my fitted cap
Nigga south sack, Iraq where it’s really at

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Trizz]
Pull up gang, we out here, run that
Click clack, stay strapped, where your gun at?
Prepared and paranoid, don’t get bust at
Keep it low key cause ain’t no telling where the ones at
Starting drama for nothing, hey Imma [?] that
But if it’s money we talking then where them funds at
Niggas hating for nothing like where the love at
I’m out here alone with no friends nigga, fuck that
You tryna go get this money, you can come with me
Fuck bitches, get faded, have fun with me
I talk shit and it’s crazy how ain’t no slugs hit me
That’s cause I be killing, the crips and the bloods fuck with me
They show me love like I’m banging a set
But really I’m strictly neutral, only bang in the west
I travel around the world, but I stay to the left
I went out on tour with Tech, and it gained me respect
Nigga