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Pull Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Pull Up was released on November 14, 2017 by MoThugs Records as a part of the album Pull Up - Single
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Release DateNovember 14, 2017
LabelMoThugs Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
3 The Few Way
Performer
Fontayne
Fontayne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guillermo Eiland
Guillermo Eiland
Songwriter

Lyrics

You don't wanna see us pull up, pull up
You don't wanna see us hop off, hop off
Cause it's all about that mula, mula
Get your ass knocked off, knocked off
You don't wanna see us pull up, pull up
You don't wanna see us hop off, hop off
Cause it's all about that mula, mula
Thirty six pistols pop off, they pop off
All I need is a bike and a weapon, motherfuckin' legend
Compository sketchin', undistinguished from my brethren
We reppin' Old North Intersections in your section
One love, motherfuckers, any questions?
May we all bow for the cross, get our blessings
Far from a reverend, all heart when we revvin'
Vibrations from the stash spot is kept in
Hit the kill switch and exterior lights
Squeeze the clutch until we crept in
Blacked out ninja on the creep
I'ma wheelie out this bitch, it ain't safe up in the street
I'm down to die young, few in peace
But I'ma live it up, fuck a slut, bust a nut on white sheets
If Prez say hit 'em, I'ma hit 'em, hot stick 'em
Shots lick 'em, pop pop if the cops trippin'
Behind bars of a prison where I'm not sittin'
Out behind bars bangin' corners off, dippin' when we
Pull up, pull up
You don't wanna see us hop off, hop off
Cause it's all about that mula, mula
Get your ass knocked off, knocked off
You don't wanna see us pull up, pull up
You don't wanna see us hop off, hop off
Cause it's all about that mula, mula
Thirty six pistols pop off, they pop off
The feds wanna test my loyalty like a motherfuckin' spelling bee
But I still ain't tellin', G
I'm an outlaw livin' life to the fullest
Don't fuck with mine, I got that nine and I ain't scared to pull it
Finger on the trigger, on my mama, that's my word
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
Ridin', drinkin', and chokin' on that herb
When I'm not poundin', I sit and spit vicious verbs
Got our own rules, fuck you and your standards
Fuck with a bro, leave your only child a bastard
Take your loot and turn this to a robbery
Smack your bitch cause your bitch don't mean shit to me
Break it down, smokin' Sunrocks in a dutch
Thunderhead is barkin' as I dump the clutch
You don't got it by now, still no clue?
Don't ever in your life fuck with the chosen few
You don't wanna see us pull up, pull up
You don't wanna see us hop off, hop off
Cause it's all about that mula, mula
Get your ass knocked off, knocked off
You don't wanna see us pull up, pull up
You don't wanna see us hop off, hop off
Cause it's all about that mula, mula
Thirty six pistols pop off, they pop off
And now introducin', look
I ain't the one to play them games
And you, you ain't nothin' but a lame
I bust lips like the way I split lanes
Evidently, ****, you lookin' for some fame
I'll make you famous, I'll hit you with the stainless
Put you on a John Doe list, now you're nameless
It's shameless how this old vato did ya
Put them thangs on you, now you're fruity and you're brainless
It's Big Kaz, but you already know
Every time I get out, they pull me back on the floor
This chosen few, little boy
Fifty-seven years in the ground, fuckboy
D-Roc, cuz, pass me the bat
I'ma bust this ****'s noodles cause he barkin' like a poodle
Pay homage to the oldest in the game
We a one percent club, you know our motherfuckin' name
Chosen few
Written by: Guillermo Eiland
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