Ken Car$on - Pull Up* lyrics

Lyrics from snippets [Chorus: Ken Car$on] We got sticks, pull up, b*tch Ball like Knicks, pull up, b*tch I got licks, pull up, b*tch Let's do a muhfu*kin' drill It's a mil' and a house in the hills Ain't nobody inside of the crib Who ready to ride, for real? Who ready to slide, for real? Get down and lay down And Giuseppe all over my backpack, you know I don't rock no Sprayground Pull up to yo' block and go blatt, blatt, you know that my ni**as don't play around He was walkin' his kids to the bus stop, we left his body on the playground I'mma let that sh*t hit with no silencer, I'mma let that boy know how that K sound [Verse 1: Ken Car$on] You a b*tch, you a dick rider, yeah, these ni**as gon' just be gay now fu*k yo' b*tch then I'm out of there, and I'm back on the block sellin' big pounds Keep the whole thing, I don't do no breakdowns Don't do Xan's, boy, I don't do no Xan's now I was ridin' 'round town with 50 pounds This was yo' sh*t but, b*tch, this my city now They was your b*tches, thеm be my b*tches now Snatch yo' sh*t, give mе them He was sellin' but he ain't get sh*t for them That's yo boy there but you don't do sh*t for him I rolled up an opp, yeah, I'm spliffin' him I'm smokin' on whoever hate I'm smokin' on whoever fake I'm smokin', boy, I love all that cake And I'll let that muhfu*ka spray, let that muhfu*ka hit, watch yo body decay That's what you get for being mad shady That's what you get for throwin' shade For a broke b*tch, I got cake For a roach ni**a, I got Raid Yo shawty said she want lil' vamp, said she wanna fu*k, I took her backstage Hell nah, I ain't wastin' no time, my broad, I'm smashin' her vertebrae Hell nah, I ain't wastin' a dime, had to get this b*tch from him, she work for thangs No, I can't make the b*tch mine, know her IG but don't know her first name And I don't know her last either I just know she a gnat, eat up I'm rollin' off a flat, eat up This ain't fake boy, you know my Perc's real You thought you addicted to the pills? You addicted to Fentanyl We don't play 'bout that sh*t over here I get high then I switch up my gear Hell nah, I ain't talkin' 'bout clothes I'm talkin' 'bout how I feel These lil' ni**as talkin' 'bout hoes I'm tryna talk up a mil' I'm tryna talk up a bil' I wanna make the first trillion Got a bad b*tch, she Sicilian Won't talk she just love the feelings She off statin, she can touch the ceiling Brought a b*tch, yeah I'm takin' her down If you wasn't fu*kin' with me way back then sh*t, you ain't gotta fu*k with me now She ain't know I'm fu*kin' on her bestfriend, just like 2Pac, b*tch I get around It's the norm, b*tch that's how I get down fu*k yo b*tch, move her outta yo town You gon' never see the b*tch again You lookin' for her, but she with Ken Tellin' yo b*tch, "Get lost" Now she fu*kin' with a boss She talkin' 'bout her favorite designer Rick Owens, I told her to take that sh*t off We in my loft, yeah we on top of the land We don't [?] She goin' crazy, she su*k my dick with two hands She won't stop and I'm pushin' her off [Bridge: Ken Car$on] He talkin' crazy, but he won't pull up, b*tch Pull up, b*tch Pull up, b*tch Pull up, b*tch Pull up, b*tch Pull up, b*tch Pull up, b*tch Pull up, b*tch [Chorus: Ken Car$on] We got sticks, pull up, b*tch Ball like Knicks, pull up, b*tch I got licks, pull up, b*tch Let's do a muhfu*kin' drill It's a mil' and a house in the hills Ain't nobody inside of the crib Who ready to ride, for real? Who ready to slide, for real? Get down and lay down And Giuseppe all over my backpack, you know I don't rock no Sprayground Pull up to yo' block and go blatt, blatt, you know that my ni**as don't play around He was walkin' his kids to the bus stop, we left his body on the playground I'mma let that sh*t hit with no silencer, I'mma let that boy know how that K sound [Verse 2: Yeat] (Ooh, ooh) We got Glocks, pull up, b*tch We got sticks, pull up, b*tch (Pull up) I'm in the GLE, pull up, b*tch I'm in the Tonka, b*tch I'm in the 'Rari I'm in the back of the jam [?] the Margiela monk (Margiela monk) I put diamonds on my hand She get diamonds on her throat (Let's go) I'ma take over the stage, yeah All my diamonds on a boat b*tch, I pull up, let it go (Buh!) We gon' be richer than the world We got mud, yeah I got vibes, pull up, b*tch We got sticks, pull up, bih Don't say sh*t, lil' b*tch, I'm rich Where I'mma chill at? b*tch, at the Ritz I'm up in the Tonka, sh*t don't make no sense I'm in a foreign, sh*t gon' buss your hip Got...