Pull Up

Lyrics

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] Yeah We 'bout to pull up Shee Who you pulling up with, Rich Homie? Thugger I'm talkin' 'bout that's my motherfuckin' brother Shee, shee, shee, shee Let's go, let's go [Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan] Magic City, Follies, bitches wildin', make me– Pull up (Pull up, pull up) Molly cleaner than a stylist, plus I– Pulled up If a nigga come around talkin' 'bout me, best believe my niggas gon'– Pull up Chopper dancin', it gon' make your bitch ass– Pull up (Up, up, up, up) [Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan] Pull up (Pull up), pull up (Pull up) Pull up (Pull up) Pull up (Pull up), pull up (Pull up) Next thing you know, a nigga pulled up (Hey) Next thing you know, a nigga pulled up (Hey) Next thing you know, a nigga pulled up (Hey) Next thing you know, a nigga pulled up Pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up, ayy) [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] Pull up on a nigga in a new car (New?) Then I might pull up on 'em in they boo car (Skrrt) Fuck one, I'ma pull up with two Glocks (Two) Still throwin' money in the shoebox (Money) Still got hoes on the Southside (Oh, oh) Off-set twenty-fours make it low-ride (Off-set) Talk shit, I'll shoot out both eyes (Fah, fah, fah) I done did a lot of shit they don't know about (They don't know, they don't know) Me and Thugger, and we got a hundred bitches on the way I got brothers who grew up in them trenches without a thing Without my name I wouldn't be shit, that's why they hatin' (Rich Homie) Thank you Lord, I made it And when it come to the strip clubs, my favorite– [Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan] Magic City, Follies, bitches wildin', make me– Pull up (Pull up, pull up) Molly cleaner than a stylist, plus I– Pulled up If a nigga come around talkin' 'bout me, best believe my niggas gon'– Pull up Chopper dancin', it gon' make your bitch ass– Pull up (Up, up, up, up) [Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan] Pull up (Pull up), pull up (Pull up) Pull up (Pull up) Pull up (Pull up), pull up (Pull up) Next thing you know, a nigga pulled up (Hey) Next thing you know, a nigga pulled up (Hey) Next thing you know, a nigga pulled up (Hey) Next thing you know, a nigga pulled up Pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up, yeah) [Verse 2: Young Thug] I'ma hit it from the back (Ooh) I'ma pull up on a nigga with his bitch pussy wetter than a lake (Wet) Young Quan got a nigga's bitch clamped to the seat in the back of the new car, no pay (Rich Homie) Got more loud than a parade (And what?) No copy, but her face I paste (What?) Whole spot, that's in route like a raid (Sheesh) Chop a nigga in by the threes, no page (Skrrt) Yay (Skrrt, skrrt) Young nigga diamonds yellow like I go to Mays (Skrrt) Wait (Skrrt, skrrt) Don't move and let buddy nut in your face (Skeet, skeet, skeet), in your face Swear to God I think my blunt came with my shoes the way they lay laced (Geeked up) Get the fuck out my face and pull up to– [Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan] Magic City, Follies, bitches wildin', make me– Pull up (Pull up, pull up) Molly cleaner than a stylist, plus I– Pulled up If a nigga come around talkin' 'bout me, best believe my niggas gon'– Pull up Chopper dancin', it gon' make your bitch ass– Pull up (Up, up, up, up) [Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan] Pull up (Pull up), pull up (Pull up) Pull up (Pull up) Pull up (Pull up), pull up (Pull up) Next thing you know, a nigga pulled up (Hey) Next thing you know, a nigga pulled up (Hey) Next thing you know, a nigga pulled up (Hey) Next thing you know, a nigga pulled up Pull up (Pull up, pull up, pull up, ayy) [Outro: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug] I don't know none of these niggas All my niggas, they 'bout it best believe they'll– Pull up, pull up And I ain't even stuntin' a little bit (Hey) But if she want dick, best believe I'ma– Pull up, pull up And I'ma pull up in the latest Bentley with your lady with me And make her mini skirt– Pull up, pull up I'ma try to make it hurt– Pull up, pull up LeBron at the baseline– Pull up, pull up I don't know none of these people, hey (Shee, sheesh) I don't know none of these people, nah (I don't know nothin' 'bout you) I don't know, I don't know, hey (I don't know nothin' 'bout you) I don't know, I don't know, yeah Gotta check my side, how you feel Thug? And I swear I don't know nothin' 'bout these niggas (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Don't know nothin' 'bout these bitches, nah (No, no) No (Hey), no (Nah) Nothin' 'bout these bitches (Ayy) I don't know nothin' 'bout these bitches, no No, no, no, no, ayy No, no, no, no, ayy Nothin' 'bout these bitches I don't know nothin' 'bout these bitches, nigga No, no, no, no