Pull Up Hop Out

What they like? **** wanna fight?

It's WillThaRapper, boy

Ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Pull up and hop out

Your bitch she on my dick, whoa

I work out, and purp out

Her **** mad as shit, so?

I told him pop out, and pull up

He say he wanna kill me, oh

Why he acting scurred?

He got a 30, I know he wouldn't blow

It's time to let these **** know

Where I'm from, **** killing over clothes

Them bitches trading up they goals for some dough

They'll set a **** up, set they **** up, anyone they know

For a come up, get they funds up, to get any kind of dough

I only fuck bad bitches, not just any kinda ho

Been smoking strong all week, I don't chief any type of dope

****' traps ain't on the map, they moving any type of dope

Selling crack stepped on like cracks, junkies don't even wanna smoke

Meet with the plug, take all the drugs, then I leave him on a boat

It ain't no 30 in this bubble, just this Nina in my coat

Always got that dick up in her, swear Selena jai ho

These bitches uppity as fuck, she ain't green, she gotta go

That triple beam, it balance low

My Diesel jeans, New Balance flow

Put my kids all on her lips, if that lil' bitch a childish ho

Disrespectful, I respect who? Not nobody, not a soul

My money running like a nose, it's like my pockets got a cold

A lot of dope, count it slow, I shoot 'til the chopper broke

She suck my dick, slob and stroke, but she say she not a ho

I don't argue, fight, or fuss, I catch my nut then adiós

Had to cancel all her plans, I bust all on her party clothes

Then I pull up, hop out

Your bitch she on my dick, whoa

And then I work out, and purp out

Her **** mad as shit, so?

I told that **** pop out, and pull up

He say he wanna kill me, oh (I'm out here any day)

Why he acting scurred? (Kill me anyway)

He got a 30, I know he wouldn't blow

And you know that I'ma blow

Young **** walkin' 'round wit' a thirty

And my pockets fat, just like Big Shirley

Watch, I step out on the scene looking clean as Listerine

Sippin dirty, and I'd X out any problems

That just mean I’m clicking early

In my denim, I’m getting buried in this money, like whoa

.40 with the thirty in it, if you perp, I might blow

And they saying, “Will made it,” but my name ain’t Mike, though

Neck and wrist lookin' like a light show

I see your ho and then I

Pull up, hop out

Your bitch she on my dick, whoa

And then I work out, and purp out

Her **** mad as shit, so?

I told that **** pop out, and pull up

He say he wanna kill me, oh (I'm out here any day)

Why he acting scurred? (Kill me anyway)

He got a 30, I know he wouldn't blow