CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Pull Up
Diego, Diego, Hitmaka! (B-B-Bankroll Got It)
Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (Skrrt)
Brought the baby Glock, b*t*h, I came to mop (Pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot
Birkin for the chop, got these b*t*hes shocked
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (Nah)
Rock Chanel with my white toe and we speak in code (Shh)
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (Nah)
I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (Yeah, yeah)
I might slap the sh*t out a b*t*h, caught him playin' around (Playin' around)
I rock Prada, f**k with ballers that be movin' pounds (Trappеrs)
Make that n***a ice me out, these hoes gon' f**k for free, though (Free though)
I get chips like Cheetos, 1942, no Tito (Nah)
b*t*h, I'm quarantine clean, you can't touch me with gloves
n***a rollin' off a bean, tryna shoot up the club (Shoot up the club)
Hate when silly hoes talk crazy on the 'Gram, b*t*h, get your bag up
I'm a city girl with the backend, can't wait to go and act up
Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (Skrrt)
Brought the baby Glock, b*t*h, I came to mop (Pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot
Birkin for the chop, got these b*t*hes shocked
Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (Skrrt)
Brought the baby Glock, b*t*h, I came to mop (Pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot
Birkin for the chop, got these b*t*hes shocked
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (Nah)
Rock Chanel with my white toe and we speak in code (Shh)
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (Nah)
I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (Yeah, yeah)
I might slap the sh*t out a b*t*h, caught him playin' around (Playin' around)
I rock Prada, f**k with ballers that be movin' pounds (Trappеrs)
Make that n***a ice me out, these hoes gon' f**k for free, though (Free though)
I get chips like Cheetos, 1942, no Tito (Nah)
b*t*h, I'm quarantine clean, you can't touch me with gloves
n***a rollin' off a bean, tryna shoot up the club (Shoot up the club)
Hate when silly hoes talk crazy on the 'Gram, b*t*h, get your bag up
I'm a city girl with the backend, can't wait to go and act up
Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (Skrrt)
Brought the baby Glock, b*t*h, I came to mop (Pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot
Birkin for the chop, got these b*t*hes shocked
