Rick Taylor - Pull Up lyrics

[Produced By AC3 Beats] [Verse 1 – Trizz] Gold Rolex on my neck when you see me n***a You got a problem you can holler when you see a n***a b**hes mad, I don't know em when they see me n***a I don't trust no racks, cause pimping ain't easy n***a Who I'm with? Your b**h when I ride up Creep crap, two step when I slide up You my cousin or we blood, make your mind up We shoot out here, but if you with it we can line up If you short with my scrilla you can get tied up f** a b**h, n***a get money until your time up That sh** is vital, determining where you wind up p**y come with the territory so get your grind up T R I crooked letters don't forget it I'm only out to get it, my n***a I'm with the business So if a n***a asking you questions tell him I did it Pull up where I'm at, n***a with the ‘quipments You can get it, b**h [Hook – Rick Taylor] n***a I'm bout that issue Keep some k**er goon n***as right on me Goon n***as right on me Yeah my squad official Every n***a 100 round me 100 round me Got to keep a pistol, in case a n***a wanna come try me n***a wanna try me Yeah my squad official And they want to k** a n***a tonight I'm about that issue Don't make me bust my pistol I'm about that issue Don't make me bust my pistol [Verse 2 – Chuuwee] Give a f** what a n***a got to say Watch me spit up in a b**h n***a face like calm down Grab a skinny little bitty by the waste Tell a bad b**h sit on my face Man that sh** is my way This my one, I'm faded Any problem that a n***a ever had, I'll face it Pa** me that blunt little b**h, Imma face it I'm 8 blunts deep, to the face, getting wasted n***as all fake, on some copy then paste sh** My n***a AC3 hit me with the ba** like boom boom Boom, fat a** big titties Let me puff puff pa** then smash that kitty cat I heard a bummy a** n***a say give me that Gimme got shot with a brand new mini mac (brat) Snapback for my fitted cap n***a south sack, Iraq where it's really at [Hook] [Verse 3 – Trizz] Pull up gang, we out here, run that Click clack, stay strapped, where your gun at? Prepared and paranoid, don't get bust at Keep it low key cause ain't no telling where the ones at Starting drama for nothing, hey Imma [?] that But if it's money we talking then where them funds at n***as hating for nothing like where the love at I'm out here alone with no friends n***a, f** that You tryna go get this money, you can come with me f** b**hes, get faded, have fun with me I talk sh** and it's crazy how ain't no slugs hit me That's cause I be k**ing, the crips and the bloods f** with me They show me love like I'm banging a set But really I'm strictly neutral, only bang in the west I travel around the world, but I stay to the left I went out on tour with Tech, and it gained me respect n***a