Whit. - Pull Up Lyrics

I got no crimes, that’s no misdemeanor
Talking all that shit, now is you listening, uh
Pity all fools just like I’m Mr. T, uh
I shoot my shot, I get response from yo thot, that ain't no miss to me uhh
Ay, you must’ve missed a re-up
Talkin all that shit you need some Listerine bruh
I might go ahead and go and chip your teacup
I conquered competition we saw, no mystery uh
You don’t wanna play boy
Now I know where you stay boy
Y'all keep on talkin shit now with the fishes you gon lay boy
These threats might get me locked up
Hoe snitchin you not tough
You bring my fucking name up, I might slug you like a shotgun
Get the money you get shot up
Just like oh my golly gosher
Flexing checks with 1 and zeros, computer virus I’ll pop up
Broke niggas they make me nauseous
My girl she be the poshest
If you turn round while she walkin, I might break yo fuckin coccyx
I’mma bring the metal to the mosh pit
Real talk yeah I think a nigga lost it, ayy
Bandwagon ain’t the option
So many people on my dick, my girl can’t hop up on it
Yeah, yeah they told my ass to pull up, yeah
But, I’m just chillin over here I just be coolin, yeah
They really don’t want smoke, out here juuling
They said I’m pushing daisies but I think I’ll pick the tool up
Young bull that was brewed in the Lou
In the stu with the crew
Rockin red with the cards, but I might give you the blues
Give a fuck bout what you do
Imma let my niggas loose
If you niggas wanna hang, nigga we can get the
Young bull that was brewed in the Lou
In the stu with the crew
Rockin red with the cards, but I might give you the blues
Give a fuck bout what you do
Yeah I let my crew loose
If you niggas wanna hang, nigga we can get the
We can get the

I got no crimes, that’s no misdemeanor
Talking all that shit, now is you listening, uh
Pity all fools just like I’m Mr. T, uh
I shoot my shot, I get response from yo thot, that ain't no miss to me uhh
Ay, you must’ve missed a re-up
Talkin all that shit you need some Listerine bruh
I might go ahead and go and chip your teacup
I conquered competition we saw, no mystery uh
You don’t wanna play boy
Now I know where you stay boy
Y'all keep on talkin shit now with the fishes you gon lay boy
These threats might get me locked up
Hoe snitchin you not tough
You bring my fucking name up, I might slug you like a shotgun
Get the money you get shot up
Just like oh my golly gosher
Flexing checks with 1 and zeros, computer virus I’ll pop up
Broke niggas they make me nauseous
My girl she be the poshest
If you turn round while she walkin, I might break yo fuckin coccyx
I’mma bring the metal to the mosh pit
Real talk yeah I think a nigga lost it, ayy
Bandwagon ain’t the option
So many people on my dick, my girl can’t hop up on it
Yeah, yeah they told my ass to pull up, yeah
But, I’m just chillin over here I just be coolin, yeah
They really don’t want smoke, out here juuling
They said I’m pushing daisies but I think I’ll pick the tool up
Young bull that was brewed in the Lou
In the stu with the crew
Rockin red with the cards, but I might give you the blues
Give a fuck bout what you do
Imma let my niggas loose
If you niggas wanna hang, nigga we can get the
Young bull that was brewed in the Lou
In the stu with the crew
Rockin red with the cards, but I might give you the blues
Give a fuck bout what you do
Yeah I let my crew loose
If you niggas wanna hang, nigga we can get the
We can get the