Lyrics ​Language by Tory Lanez

I might pull up hit your main b*tch, in a new whip
Used to say we ain’t sh*t, now I cop up
That’s a whole new language, ‘bout to pop up
I came in to stain sh*t, with my gang b*tch
I might pull up hit your main b*tch, let her gang hit
Used to say we ain’t sh*t, now I cop up
That’s a whole new language, ‘bout to pop up
I came in to stain sh*t, with my gang b*tch

I just got a bag and made another, uno dos (Yeah)
You say you got money, I ain’t see nothing to show, yeah (Nothing to show, yeah)
Watch me know about it kid, how the f*ck I really live (Yeah)
Blue bills coming in, I’ma get it all again
Used to not be sh*t but now I’m winning, make a toast, yeah
I ain’t have my fix in like a minute, pour the soda
That’s a bad lil’ b*tch, she sucking di*k up in the Rover (It’s smoke)
He been flexing that new whip, it’s funny though, I know yeah

I might pull up hit your main b*tch, in a new whip
Used to say we ain’t sh*t, now I cop up
That’s a whole new language, ‘bout to pop up
I came in to stain sh*t, with my gang b*tch
I might pull up hit your main b*tch, let her gang hit
Used to say we ain’t sh*t, now I cop up
That’s a whole new language, ‘bout to pop up (It’s smoke)
I came in to stain sh*t, with my gang b*tch

I can’t bring my n*ggas in ‘cause they gon’ do the most (Yuh)
Shut the f*ck up, when you’re talking to my bro’s (Yuh)
Bad little b*tches got my face all on her poster
f*ck some young whore then I threw em’ in some low cuts
Ay, no my b*tch ain’t for sale, don’t approach her (Yessirski)
Uh, Load that thang, had ‘em scatter some like roaches
Bad bih’ like Rosa or Costa, smoked up
Two bad b*tches giving head on the tour bus (That’s fact)

I might pull up hit your main b*tch, in a new whip
Used to say we ain’t sh*t, now I cop up
That’s a whole new language, ‘bout to pop up (It’s smoke)
I came in to stain sh*t, with my gang b*tch
I might pull up hit your main b*tch, let her gang hit
Used to say we ain’t sh*t, now I cop up
That’s a whole new language, ‘bout to pop up
I came in to stain sh*t, with my gang b*tch

Pull up hit your main b*tch, in a new whip
Ride for the gang, Bryce switching lanes
Bad lil b*tches in my face, ‘bout to pop up
I came in to stain sh*t, with my gang b*tch

Now I cop up (Cop up)
(It’s smoke) I came in to stain sh*t
I might pull up hit your main b*tch, let her gang hit
Bryce switching lanes
Bad lil b*tches in my face
I’m so high, outer-space
I’m outside with the gang (It’s smoke)
We got bad ones out the [?] that throw it, make it shake
I might pull up (I might pull up)