Pullup## Songtext

Pull up to the show, go crazy
Pull up to the show, go brazy
Pull up to the show, go crazy
Pull up to the show, go brazy
Pull up to the show, go crazy

I got these folks in the front, they sayin' my name, they goin' crazy, huh
She wanna act like me, she wanna take drugs, I said that you crazy huh
CC for my love, [?] on my drugs
Piercings on my face, shawty I'm emo thug
I put that boy on a plate, take that boy down, he a dub
I put that shit in they face, I spent a band on my rug
Steppin' on everything, walkin'
Stick on my side, proceed with caution
I put that pussy in a coffin
P's up, hoеs down
Watch The Matrix, I got rounds
You ain't gang, you ain't 'round
All the crosses upsidе down
Skinny jeans, where the stick at? Groupie bitches need to pitch in
Thirty-round, this be my best friend
Try to reach, I'll shoot your left hand
All my killers really best friends
Headshots, take his vest then
Catch your boy at the west end
45K, nothing less than

How many racks? How many hoes? How many packs sold?
How many racks? How many hoes? How many packs sold?
How many racks? How many hoes? How many packs sold? (Holiday season)
Walk in the bank, I'm laughin', that way
Money ain't make me happy, that way
I got a bad bitch
.223 in the trunk, and one in the front, no, we not lackin'
Pull up to the show, go crazy
Pull up to the show, go brazy
Pull up to the show, go crazy
Pull up to the show, go brazy
Pull up to the show, go crazy