Pull Up Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

[Hook: Young Jeezy] 

Know I've been drinking, smell like Marijuana 

People pull me over, I'mma be a goner 

Every time we hook up, Smell like California 

She said "Baby make it happen" 

I'm bout to pull up on ya 

I pull up, I pull up, I pull up 

I pull up, I pull up, I pull up 

I pull up, I said I pull up on ya 

I pull up, I pull up, I pull up 

I pull up, I pull up, I pull up 

I pull up, I say I pull up on ya 

When them choppers scream and them Calicos 

and them two two three's and them snub nose 

Them 40 Cal's and them Desert Owl's with a 38 and I'm so straight 

My weed strong and my money long 

And a bad bitch on my cellular phone 

Ain't no telling what I been dranking on 

Keep fuckin' round, won't make it home 

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] 

I pull up like monkey bars, OG and sweet cigars 

Might just bust their brain when I pull that wet thing out my garage 

Bought that shit for the broads, souped up and supercharged 

Your main bitch a super freak, but you said that on my regards 

My dank stanking everywhere I go, feds want a nigga head I know 

Nike box wa my piggy bank, I make a bitch faint with all the bread I blow 

Bend it over girl, head to toe, pulled it out and she's trained to go 

Bitch tripping, get 86'd if she don't suck a dick in my '84 

My eyes red and my mask black and that loud pack, just pass that 

And you dumb niggas get jacked that then ain't got the nuts to come blast back 

And I'm thugged out, stay tooled up big dolo straight jeweled up 

You rap niggas might talk tough, but they pulled off when we pulled up 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2: T.I.] 

I got 22s on that coupe, roof back on that 'rari 

Them hoes choose when I come through, if they were with you well I'm sorry 

We pulling up, hopping out, we pull 'em in, just point 'em out 

We going hard, they going in, we showing up and they showing out 

We throwing out that loose change, got bank rolls at blue flame 

Got 50 thousand in cheddar knots, it's like I'm still slanging that cocaine 

On fire like propane, kick it hard like Rogaine 

With a bitch who'll get a bitch, go ask a bitch "What's your name?" 

My nigga Jeezy know the little freaky hoes 

I got the ones who with it but it's a secret though 

In the presidential suite - all broads, we trade 'em like baseball cards 

Probably y'all broads, we ball hard, we pullin' up and it going down 

Been drinking all day, drunk as fuck, I got blunts of bubba kush going round 

[Hook] 

You then talk my talk, you know Cali code 

Two top three, you're still alone 

That 40 cal in that desert isle 

(I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up 

I said I pull up on you) 

Sturdy engine, 6 straight 

My weed strong, my money long 

Them bad bitches, my safe up 

I tell 'em what I've been drinkin' on 

Keep fuckin' ride, with me you're on 

(I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up I pull up 

I said I pull up on you) 

[T.I.:] 

I got 20 2's in that coop, roof back on that Rarri 

Them hoe too when I come through, if they with you then I'm sorry 

We pullin' up, hopin' out 

We pull 'em in just point 'em out 

We goin' hard, they goin' in 

We showin' up and they showin' out 

We throwin' out they loose change 

Got bank flows and roof lane 

I got big thousands and cedar mouse 

I'm still slangin' that cocaine 

On fire like propane 

Kick it hard like pro games 

Where the bitch? Who get a bitch? 

Go ask a bitch what's your name 

My nigga jizzin' on them little freaky hoes 

I got the ones who with it but it's a secret though 

In the presidential sweet all broads 

Trade 'em like baseball cards 

Probly all broads we ball hard 

They pullin' up and they throwin' down 

They drinkin' out, they drunk the fuck 

I got blunts to pop, the cush goin around 

[Hook: Young Jeezy] 

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