Lyrics

[Intro: Bezz Believe and Mook Boy] Where you going? Mook Boy, Fly Goon, GG Bezz Believe on the same track G'dog, no seatbelts, pull up on 'em No brakes, rock it, aww [Pre-Chorus] Pull up, skrt, I hustle, I grind, I work Fly from my shoes to my shirt Pull up, skrt, blowing on a pound full of purp Cell phone steady on chirp Pull up, skrt, all my dogs way too turnt All my dogs way too turnt Pull up, skrt, sitting up high in the vert Meet me outside with the work [Chorus] I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up [Verse 1: Bezz Believe] Money in the bank, money in the wall Got me a good accountant to keep me outta trouble from the law Pretty boy, fly tattoos everywhere That motherfucker name Bezz is something you never saw Way too raw, way too real At the age of twenty-three, I made my first mill I remember when I used to be a sucker for these hoes But nowadays, just Netflix and chill Girl, they call me the hustle king I leave the money counter sounding like a drum machine On the block with that Dikembe Mutombo finger I'm the reason lil' mama caught jungle fever Never heard about you ain't fucking with ya, we straight All gas, full speed no brakes Only cracker in the city that has enough sauce to get Mook Boy on a Legal Lean mixtape [Pre-Chorus] Pull up, skrt, I hustle, I grind, I work Fly from my shoes to my shirt Pull up, skrt, blowing on a pound full of purp Cell phone steady on chirp Pull up, skrt, all my dogs way too turnt All my dogs way too turnt Pull up, skrt, sitting up high in the vert Meet me outside with the work [Chorus] I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up [Verse 2: Mook Boy] I'm taking away every category like Jeopardy I drop a mixtape, your career gonna be in jeopardy Huracán Lamborghini, floor mats leopard Riding real slow through the project flexin' I do this for my niggas that ain't ever had shit Hola mamita mi amor mucho bricks Hola mamita mi amor pretty bitch I pull a MP5 with my juvy in the seats I hop back in traffic, my top back in traffic Roll up my window, put back on my glasses The fuck is you laughing? Too broke to be playin' My attitude pompous, I pull up and answer I pull up conceited, my coupe came keyless My bitch with no panties and my weed came seedless That bitch want a boss nigga my pockets on popeye My stash of weed is mook, boy, best believe [Pre-Chorus] Pull up, skrt, I hustle, I grind, I work Fly from my shoes to my shirt Pull up, skrt, blowing on a pound full of purp Cell phone steady on chirp Pull up, skrt, all my dogs way too turnt All my dogs way too turnt Pull up, skrt, sitting up high in the vert Meet me outside with the work [Chorus] I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up