PULL UP (feat. Lil Joujou)

Kar beats
Yecko on the beat
Crazy, humble, and real, baby (prr, prr)
Grr
Ah (ah-ah), yeah
Jon z, man
Yeah-eh-eh-eh (ah-ah-ah-ah, tell me, joujou)
Yeah-eh-eh-eh (yeah-eh-eh-eh)
Ah-ah-ah-ah (ah, ah-ah-ah), ey, yeah, eh (what?)
Tell me, yecko, ey
Tell me, kar beats, eh (ra-pa-pa)
Yeah, yeah, this is joujou, yeah, ah (ah, yeah, ah)

A couple of fools didn’t believe in me, that’s why we pull up, ey, yeah (we pull up)
We showed up with ten fools riding in the Benz, eh, yeah (yeah)
All the girls I hook up with, I give them a ten, yeah
They know that when we roll in, we make the girls dance, yeah
If there’s trouble in the club, we gon' blast, brr

They didn’t believe in me and I shut them up
I believed in myself, now I got the heat
They can’t stand me, but who cares?
What you lack, I got in spades
Houses, cars, jewelry, Rollies, tickets
Benz, Rari, Ghini, Porsche, bitches
Chrome hearts, Gucci, Louis, Nike, Yeezys
I’m culture like Kanye and Weezy
Ha, we pull up
The bars I spit are verses (gang)
They used to say I was a joke (gang)
Now they wanna be in my circle
They used to say I wouldn’t go anywhere
That I was a loser, that I’d end up broke
But they motivated me and I left them all quiet
Now they regret not supporting me
That happens to those who get wrapped up
To the fake faces, I don’t want them at my place
If they threaten me, the AK will pass through them
Raunchy lyrics, bro, scarce
Smoking that sticky, got the weight on my feet
Jon surpasses, bro, you fail
The haters hold me back, the negativity slows me down
That’s why I distanced myself from all the fake people (sheesh)

I’m an idol
The bars I spit are verses
They used to say I was a joke (gang)
Now they wanna be in my circle, yeah

A couple of fools didn’t believe in me, that’s why we pull up (ah)
We showed up with a couple of girls sliding in the Porsche, yeah (skrrt)
All the girls I hook up with, I give them a ten (ah)
They know that when we roll in, we make the girls squirt

Brr, yeah, we came from 65, flow underwater, platypus (pah)
The girls call and I lay it down (uh)
00983, bro, hit the zipcode (yeah)
All the car guns are extended or micro (pah)
Ey, I came out with the diamonds, showing off my grill
Chrome heart fit, bro, you don’t know about that (yeah)
We got ten bitches in the VIP, no problem, they drop the cheese, ey, yeah
If there’s a problem, I pull up my Glock 39 and leave you stiff (pah, pah)
Bro, I’m on the grind in the streets and I owe no one a dime
Yeah, we bet on bricks, not in the casino
We smoke white widow like Jamaicans
Two bottles of Henny, I don’t fuck with wine (ah)
We got a movie, it’s not Tarantino (ah-ah-ah), bitch, yeah
Rolling with kar beats, I hopped in the whip and we spinning the block (skrrt), yeah-yeah
I earned the respect of the streets hustling, you’re just sucking cock, bitch (man, fuck these dudes, man)

I earned the respect of the streets (ah, yeah)
You’re just sucking cock, niggas (fuck these dudes, for real, for real)
No cap (brr)
Ey, for my humility (yeah)
We pull up, ey (yah)
Jon z, man

We showed up with a couple of girls sliding in the Porsche, yeah, yeah (skrrt)
All the girls I hook up with, I give them a ten, yeah (ah)
They know that when we roll in, we make the girls squirt (ah, ih)
If there’s trouble in the club, we gon'—

Jon z, man
Lil joujou
Crazy, humble, and real, baby
Trra
Duran the coach
Tell me, yecko
Kar beats
Suu
Yeah, yeah, yeah