Pulling Up (feat. Blade Brown)

(Young Magic on the beat)

Yo, it's Fredo

Shout my **** Blade Brown

HRB, Pattern Gang, BXB

Free all my little homies, man

Free all my big bro's too

Oi, Blade come and show dem how we livin', bro

While you was doing Netflix and chill

I was doing Z flips and deals

I top my Lyca up by twenty quid, I'm 22, I'm selling bricks

My hoody cost me seven-fifth

These bits don't work out, I'm gonna pebble it

My bitch she in a red dress, she looking devilish

My face is hot, but my neck be cooler than a beverage

I was sixteen filling stash box with seven quid

Them bankrolls, my young boy on the back road for the cash flow

I've never introduced my dear mother to a bad ho, that's my queen

In my teens, it was nothin' but fiends

Now I'm shopping in Balmain, it's nothing but jeans

And in the jailhouse, I'm keeping up nothing but greaze

And every time I come home, gyal get on nothing but knees

'Cause she's a hooker bitch, I'm in my kitchen cooking shit

Her ass is so fat, bet my life you gotta look at it

This is Fredo and I'm fucking 'round with Blade B

You see the diamonds 'round my neck, you see it's AP

We're pulling up in foreign cars, these ain't no A3's

I'm giving little ****'s pictures, they don't say cheese

And Blades a real OG, he don't say please

These are cookies, we ain't smoking on the same trees

Something ain't right if you ain't with the same G's

And if a pussy get shot, please don't say-

BXB, Pattern Gang, One Call, Package Land

Everybody in my team got a AP, that's Hatton gang

Sideman keep chatting man, don't take man for no rapper fam

One page to that young boy and that (Brap, brap), will just flatten man

It's like the industry wan be friends

I swear to god, I can't pretend

I'm really from the deep end

Where my **** just beat skengs and they move packs to the weekend

**** wan watch my ting, but I swear to god, I don't pree dem

Outcome is the in-ting, **** rapping like they're kingpin

Only got one dead line and that dead line, it don't ring ring

Yeah, I talk that plug talk 'cause I'm plugged up and I'm linked in

Never seen and I rinse him

Bare food we gotta rinse him

Everybody just sound the same

Everybody just sound the same

If I bang my hammer, you bang your hammer, man, I swear to god, it won't sound the same

(Man I swear to god, it won't sound the same)

Man, this rap tings going down the drain

If them boys run in the trap, yeah, everything's going down the drain

This is Fredo and I'm fucking 'round with Blade B

You see the diamonds 'round my neck, you see it's AP

We're pulling up in foreign cars, these ain't no A3's

I'm giving little ****'s pictures, they don't say cheese

And Blades a real OG, he don't say please

These are cookies, we ain't smoking on the same trees

Something ain't right if you ain't with the same G's

And if a pussy get shot, please don't say me

(Young Magic on the beat)