Pull Up Lyrics - Singles - Shawn Chrystopher

Nigga, welcome to my new shit 

My little homie, Levi chirped me 

Asked me how I do this 

Got a check for like 5 large 

I just spent that on some new kicks 

Yup, my ex see me on TV 

Ho, I swear I thought you knew this. 

Now, I made this for bad hoes 

Who act like they love me 

Wait outside for concerts 

Slip backstage and fuck me 

So fuck you to fake friends 

Yes, magazines snubbed me 

But I still get White hoes dancing like I'm Puffy 

Bitch, I'm riddin round in my city 

All of my niggas is with me 

Yep, all of my niggas is real 

DJs be bumping my shit independent 

Don't need me no deal 

I made me a beat, wrote me a rap, 

I'm mixing it down, simple as that. 

Now the nigga you thought was the man in your city 

Be booking my shows,for couple of racks. 

I come in your town, I'm knocking em down 

The yellow the red the whites and the browns 

Not calling em back, simple as that 

They calling my phone ,they hearing this tone 

(You gone call me? 

I'm'a call you. but if you come by, 

I won't call you. ok? 

Nigga, welcome to my new shit 

My little homie, Levi chirped me asked me how I do this 

If you niggas got a problem I'm on Raymond with the Bros 

Yeah from morning til we close, if you really feeling bold 

Pull up 

Got a problem, line it up my nigga 

(x4) 

Yeah, these niggas steady looking and they mad that they can't see me 

And these bitches on my head, I swear they Culver City PD 

Nigga, I be smokin strong like wheaties 

Never pass to bros no freebies 

This that real shit no tv 

Rocking j's, nigga no yeezeys 

This that inglewood shit 

Some of my niggas is robbers and killers and crooks 

But they still do good shit 

And some of my niggas still living at home with they moms 

But they pockets hood rich, but nigga fuck hood rich 

See we trying to make it, you got it we'll take it 

These records we breaking for your situation 

My nigga, like uh!