Pull Up Lyrics - Rich Gang

We 'bout to pull up 

Who you pulling up with Rich Homie? (Young Thugger) 

I'm talkin' 'bout that's my mo'fuckin' brother 

Let's go, let's go! 

Magic City, follies, bitches wildin', make me pull up 

Molly cleaner than a stylist, plus I pulled up 

If a nigga come around talkin' 'bout me 

Best believe my niggas gon' pull up 

Chopper dancin', it gon' make your bitch ass pull up 

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up 

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up 

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up 

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up 

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up 

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up 

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up 

I'mma hit it from the back 

I'mma pull up on a nigga with a bitch, pussy wetter than a lake 

Young Quan got a nigga's bitch 

Clamped to the seat in the back of the new car, no pay 

Got more loud than a parade 

No copy but her face I paste 

Hoes fight us around like a race 

Chop a nigga in, body 3, no way 

Yeah, young nigga, diamond yellow like I go to maize 

Wait, y'all moving all around, I'm paid 

Skeet skeet skeet (Nut in your face) 

Swear to God I think a blunt came with my shoes 

(That's the way they lay laced) 

Get the fuck out my face and pull up to 

Magic City, Follies, Bitches wildin', make me pull up 

Molly cleaner than a stylist, plus I pulled up 

If a nigga come around talkin' 'bout me 

Best believe my niggas gon' pull up 

Chopper dancin', it gon' make your bitch ass pull up 

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up 

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up 

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up 

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up 

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up 

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up 

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up 

Pull up on a nigga in a new car 

Then I might pull up on 'em in their boo car 

Fuck one, I'mma pull up with two Glocks 

Still throwin' money in the shoebox 

Still got hoes on the south side 

Offset, 24's make it low ride 

Talk shit, I shoot out both eyes 

I've done did a lot of shit they don't know about 

Me and Thugga, and we got a hunna bitches on the way 

I got brothers who grew up in them trenches without a thang 

Without my name, I wouldn't be shit, that's why they're hatin' (Rich Homie) 

Thank you Lord, I made it 

And when it come to strip club, my favorite 

Magic City, Follies, Bitches wildin', make me pull up 

Molly cleaner than a stylist, plus I pulled up 

If a nigga come around talkin' 'bout me 

Best believe my niggas gon' pull up 

Chopper dancin', it gon' make your bitch ass pull up 

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up 

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up 

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up 

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up 

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up 

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up 

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up 

I don't know none of these niggas 

All my niggas, they battle, best believe they'll (pull up, pull up) 

And I ain't even stunt a little bit 

But if she want dick, best believe I'mma (pull up, pull up) 

And I'mma pull up in the latest Bentley 

With your lady with me, make her mini skirt (pull up, pull up) 

I'mma try to make it hurt (pull up, pull up) 

Lebron at the baseline (pull up, pull up) 

I don't know none of these people 

I don't know none of these people 

I don't know, I don't know 

I don't know, I don't know 

Gotta check my side, how you feel Thug? 

And I swear I don't know nothin' 'bout these niggas 

Know nothin' 'bout these bitches, nah