PULLUP’S THEME

[Intro]
Those who haven't will always tell those who have how it should be
And those who ain’t will always tell those who is how it could be
But if you don’t got it, why worry about who does?
You feel me? That's real shit for real niggas

[Hook]
Don’t sit with me if you can’t stand up
This shit reserved for the family
You ain’t gon’ get it with your hand out
We put in work and made it happen
I praise the Lord cause I ain’t want much
Now I got it in abundance
I’mma tell you somethin’
You can’t tell me nothin’

[Verse 1]
Real spill nigga I ain’t ever been a tourist (I'm always at home)
Got bitches that love me coast to coast, they been tourin
Real G salute said they fuck wit youngin
We gangsta walking in this bitch, like nigga say something
Yeah, yeah
What you finna do about that?
Put a hand on your chest, we gon house that
Niggas fishy, somethin funky, don’t come ‘round with that
If it’s a square in your circle, set the mouse traps
I swear they try to take so many of us
My nigga called me, said they took his brother
And that’s my nigga since we was younger
This game so fucked up gotta have somebody prayin for you
They wayside, many fall by it
Was he fraud the whole time? Bro, I can’t call it
Tell me who can you trust if not your day ones?
Long as we get it, take it how it come

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
We gettin’ money nigga, but you knew that
Never let these bitch niggas take what's mine
Nigga never do that
He say he goin through some things
Bro, you ain’t never lied
Shit be so stressful, niggas wonderin how you ain’t lose your mind
Niggas tryna put down they old ways
Shit ain’t been the same
But you know ain’t nothin like the old days
Bitches snitchin’ on ya
Niggas switchin’ on ya, plottin’ on ya
Gotta cut the numbers, this game grimy
Keep your eyes open
Real G shit
Free black fool, real beam shit
I smoke great, highed up for my niggas that can’t be
I’m always gon shine if you fuckboys watchin’ me
Going hard on you niggas, I took lingo to your bitches
I’m sittin big in my city, blowing smoke up out the window
Feel like I came up
Feel like I can’t miss
Niggas want a game six
I’m tryna sweep the series
Clutch man, clutch man
Ain’t no pump fake
I’m in my zone, you give me a shot
Nigga I’ll take it
Who you want with the ball at the last second?
Should I stop? Retire my number?
It's pull up

[Hook]