Pull Up (TTP3)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth] All my niggas down to ride You ain't bout it, nigga, you done lie I'm cold, every time I slide Couple niggas, chopper up inside I get money, nothin here is free Nothin fake, real is what you see Yeah, you hard, but you can't fuck with me Now pull up, pull up [Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth] I hear haters thinkin something sweet Pull up, this chopper take him off his feet You ain't talkin money, ain't no point of speakin Bitch, I'm about that action, all you do is cheap Ain't no other standing, fuck a conversation I'm king, respected across the nation Pull up on a nigga, run up like we racing I don't catch a charge, be like a home invasion I fill up a nigga, like four cups Asshole by nature, give no fucks I kill a nigga dead, no toetrucks It's me, nigga, don't look tough Don't take much to catch a body, fuck the Mozerati Stole it, pull up like a jocky Grab the Drako, beam him up like he's Scotty Take care of you, beat him up, like we was Rocky [Chorus: Trae Tha Truth] All my niggas down to ride You ain't bout it, nigga, you done lie I'm cold, every time I slide Couple niggas, chopper up inside I get money, nothin here is free Nothin fake, real is what you see Yeah, you hard, but you can't fuck with me Now pull up, pull up [Verse 2: Maxo Kream] A Lee parked, do ten with Mertin Young nigga strapped up, leavin bodies dirty Funny ass nigga, na, we don't joke around a lot One phone call, have them killers at your mama spot Camped outside, like them new Jordans coming out Bars, na, nigga, you gotta show me what you talkin bout Tarzan nigga, we don't squobble, we can shoot it out Now they wanna squosh beef, that's that shit I'm talkin bout Tats on your face, nigga, don't feel it Real street niggas go tattoo less Fre Lil Jordan, bro doin fifty years It's drank city, bitch, we don't sip beer Hundred rocket missiles in case a nigga got ears Poppin at your temple, it don't matter where it hit you Hit m with the money, lil homies come and get you Fuckin with me, all them niggas with me official [Chorus: Trae Tha Truth] All my niggas down to ride You ain't bout it, nigga, you done lie I'm cold, every time I slide Couple niggas, chopper up inside I get money, nothin here is free Nothin fake, real is what you see Yeah, you hard, but you can't fuck with me Now pull up, pull up [Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth] Set the wave, let a nigga slip Bustin out the band, do it just like TIP Long ass gun barol, if a nigga try to trip Let a fuck nigga get his whole sinked ship Ride through the hood, Truth lookin like a mennis If I catch you talkin shit, make you lookin like a dentist Doin bidniss with me, I let you know when it's finished Imma take his ass to the terf, like a scrimmage King of the streets, when they speakin my name I feel like the sea, bitch, I'm makin it rain Pull up, facts, I set it right through your frame Don't make m like me, so we are not the same No matter the color, they know who it is Got that K with me, like I run with Wiz Have them niggas come through with me, like we runnin the biz Bidness with TIP, then he go back to handlin his [Chorus: Trae Tha Truth] All my niggas down to ride You ain't bout it, nigga, you done lie I'm cold, every time I slide Couple niggas, chopper up inside I get money, nothin here is free Nothin fake, real is what you see Yeah, you hard, but you can't fuck with me Now pull up, pull up