Metro Boomin - Pull Up On Ya lyrics

[Verse 1] n***as on the inside wishin' for the outside Peanut bu*ter inside, candy red outside Hit you with the nine now your inside-outside Pull up in that foreign that'll leave your b**h mouth wide n***as talkin sh**, most 'em don't know that I got mob ties Run up on the 'wop and you're gonna end up hog-tied Catch me in the kitchen whippin chickens like it's popeye's ? leave your a** for some hot fries Timbs on slip and slide, I'm a slick guy I'm a black guy, give me five on the black side I'm a trap god, leave your numbers by the black guy He a live-wire, I'ma shut down his wi-fi [Hook] I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma pull up on you I'ma call my young n***as and have them pull up on you You don't want no you don't want no n***as to pull up on you I'ma call my young n***as and have them pull up on you I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma I'ma pull up on you I'ma call my young n***as and have them pull up on you You don't want no you don't want no n***as to pull up on you I'ma call my young n***as and have them pull up on you [Verse 2] Playing with Gucci Mane is just like playing with a lighter Playing games with Gucci Mane is just like touching fire Got tattoos on my face my neck my arm but I'm not a biker The fo' feed the eight ferrari, b**h I got the tire I'm from East Atlanta Georgia man that sh** just like The Wire You say you from Zone 6 but my n***a you know you lyin' I'm a lover and a fighter and a motherf**in striker These lames keep comin' around me and they know that I don't like it If I spit dead in this n***a face do you think that I tried him? If I tell this b**h she ain't my girl then what the f** is she crying You would think I'm at the grocery store with the collard greens I'm buying You would kno that i'm the plug cause of all these n***as i'm supplying 'Wop! [Hook]