Pull Up On Ya

[Intro: FBG Young]
(J Cash Beats)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: FBG Young]
Don't pull up where I stay, I'ma pull up on ya (I'ma pull up on ya)
Got Ps like I'm Popeye, that's why I'm flexin' on ya (Woo, shit)
Trap house out of town, them boys up to somethin' (Trap Money)
All these bitches want my time, but they can't get none of it (Can't get none of it)
Don't pull up where I stay, I'ma pull up on ya (I'ma pull up on ya)
Got Ps like I'm Popeye, that's why I'm flexin' on ya (Woo, shit)
Trap house out of town, them boys up to somethin' (Trap Money)
All these bitches want my time, but they can't get none of it (These bitches can't get none of it)

[Verse 1: FBG Dutchie & FBG Young]
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethin' (Yeah, yeah)
They been lookin' for us, we somewhere gettin' money (Yeah, yeah)
They want us to kick it, but we got leg problems (Yeah, yeah)
I would fuck your bitch, but she got head problems (Yeah, yeah)
Balenciaga kicks, Louis Vuitton sneaks (Yeah, yeah)
I fucked your lil' bitch, I took her out to eat (Yeah, yeah)
She wanted some Red Lobster, but she not no head doctor (Yeah, yeah)
She wanted some red bottoms, I gave her lil' ass nada (Yeah, yeah)
I'm flexin' like Popeye, ho, that money my spinach, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
I'm TTG for that dough, I'm trained to go get that shit (Yeah, yeah)
That mozzarella dough, it came from them chickens, bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Who that at the door? Ayy, Young, go get that bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: FBG Young]
Don't pull up where I stay, I'ma pull up on ya (I'ma pull up on ya)
Got Ps like I'm Popeye, that's why I'm flexin' on ya (Woo, shit)
Trap house out of town, them boys up to somethin' (Trap Money)
All these bitches want my time, but they can't get none of it (Can't get none of it)
Don't pull up where I stay, I'ma pull up on ya (I'ma pull up on ya)
Got Ps like I'm Popeye, that's why I'm flexin' on ya (Woo shit)
Trap house out of town, them boys up to somethin' (Trap Money)
All these bitches want my time, but they can't get none of it (These bitches can't get none of it)

[Verse 2: FBG Young]
Foe 'nem in the kitchen scrapin' blenders, yeah (Yeah), yeah
Keep them bitches out your business, yeah (Out your business, nigga), yeah (Yeah)
I'm sippin' Sprite, this high expensive, yeah, yeah
I hold that 'K over my shoulder like suspenders, yeah, yeah
These niggas snitches, yeah, yeah
Foe 'nem facin' a life sentence, yeah, yeah (Free my niggas, yeah)
What ya want? I'm gon' remix it, yeah, yeah (Finessin' ya)
It go for this, I'ma charge ya extra ticket, yeah
You's a fuckin' family guy like Peter Griffin, yeah
Don't pull up where I stay 'cause I live with killers, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
On the S with some killers, yeah
Still trappin' with my niggas, yeah

[Chorus: FBG Young]
Don't pull up where I stay, I'ma pull up on ya (I'ma pull up on ya)
Got Ps like I'm Popeye, that's why I'm flexin' on ya (Woo, shit)
Trap house out of town, them boys up to somethin' (Trap Money)
All these bitches want my time, but they can't get none of it (Can't get none of it)
Don't pull up where I stay, I'ma pull up on ya (I'ma pull up on ya)
Got Ps like I'm Popeye, that's why I'm flexin' on ya (Woo, shit)
Trap house out of town, them boys up to somethin' (Trap Money)
All these bitches want my time, but they can't get none of it (These bitches can't get none of it)

[Outro]
(J Cash Beats)
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