Correction Lyrics Pull Up by Yeat

Featuring(s) : Ken Car$on

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[Chorus: Ken Car$on]
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch
I got licks, pull up, bitch
Let's do a motherfucking drill
It's a mil' in the house up the hill
Ain't nobody inside the crib
Who ready to ride, for real?
Who ready to slide, for real?
Get down and lay down
And it's LV all over my backpack, you know I don't rock no Sprayground
Pull up to your block, you hear blatt, blatt, you know that my niggas don't play around
He was walking his kids to the bus stop, we left his body on the playground
I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer, I'ma let that boy know how that K sound

[Verse 1: Ken Car$on]
You a bitch, you a dick rider, yeah, these niggas gon' just be gay now
Fuck yo' bitch then I'm out of there, and I'm back on the block sellin' big pounds
Keep the whole thing, I don't do no breakdowns
Don't do zips, boy, I don't do no shakedowns
I was riding 'round town with 50 pounds
This was yo' shit but, bitch, this my city now
Thеy was your bitches, them be my bitchеs now
Snatch yo' shit, give me them
He was selling but he ain't get shit for them
Left yo' boy there, yeah, you ain't shoot shit for him
I just rolled up my opp, yeah, I'm spliffing him
I'm smoking on whoever hate
I'm smoking on whoever fake
I'm smoking, boy, I love all that cake
And I'll let that motherfucker spray, let that motherfucker hit, watch yo' body decay
That's what you get for being mad shady
That's what you get for throwin' shade
For a broke bitch, I got cake
For a roach nigga, I got Raid
Yo shawty said she want lil' vamp, said she wanna fuck, I took her backstage
Hell nah, I ain't wasting no time, my broad, I'm smashing her vertebrae
Hell nah, I ain't wasting no dime, hell yeah this bih' pharma, shit work for days
No, I can't make the bitch mine, know her IG but don't know her first name
And I don't know her last either
I just know she a gnat, eater
I'm rollin' off a flat, geeked up
This ain't fake boy, you know my percs real
You thought you addicted to the pills?
You addicted to Fentanyl
We don't play 'bout that shit over here
I get high and I switch up my gear
Hell nah, I ain't talking 'bout clothes
I'm talkin' 'bout how I feel
These lil' niggas talking 'bout hoes
I'm tryna talk up a mil'
I'm tryna talk up a bil'
I wanna make the first trillion
Got a bad bitch, she Sicilian
Won't talk, she just love the feelings
She on stage, she can touch the ceiling
Brought a bitch, yeah I'm takin' her down
If you wasn't fuckin' with me way back then
Shit, you ain't gotta fuck with me now
She ain't know I'm fuckin' on her bestfriend, just like 2Pac, bitch I get around
It's the norm, bitch that's how I get down
Fuck yo bitch, move her outta yo town
You gon' never see the bitch again
You looking for her, but she with Ken
Telling yo bitch, "Get lost"
Now she fuckin' with a boss
She talking 'bout her favorite designer brands, I told her to take that shit off
We in my loft, yeah we on top of the land
We don't [?]
She goin' crazy, she suck my dick with two hands
She won't stop and I'm pushin' her off

[Bridge: Ken Car$on]
He talkin' crazy, but he won't pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch
Pull up, bitch

[Verse 2: Yeat]
(Ooh, ooh)
We got guns, pull up, bitch
We got sticks, pull up, bitch (Pull up)
I'm in the GLE, pull up, bitch
I'm in the Tonka, bitch
I'm in the 'Rari
I'm in the back of the jam
[?] the Margiela monk (Margiela monk)
I put diamonds on my hand
She get diamonds on her throat (Let's go)
I'ma take over the stage, yeah
All my diamonds on a boat
Bitch, I pull up, let it go (Buh!)
Yeah we richer than the world
We got mud, yeah
We got Glocks, pull up, bitch
We got sticks, pull up, bitch
Don't say shit, lil' bitch, I'm rich
Where I'ma chill at? Bitch, at the Ritz
I'm up in the Tonka, shit don't make no sense
I'm in a foreign, shit gon' buss your hip
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