Trae Tha Truth, Maxo Kream — Pull Up
Слушать Trae Tha Truth, Maxo Kream — Pull Up
Текст Trae Tha Truth, Maxo Kream — Pull Up
[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]
All my niggas down to ride
You ain’t bout it, nigga, you done lie
I’m cold, every time I slide
Couple niggas, chopper up inside
I get money, nothin here is free
Nothin fake, real is what you see
Yeah, you hard, but you can’t fuck with me
Now pull up, pull up
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
I hear haters thinkin something sweet
Pull up, this chopper take him off his feet
You ain’t talkin money, ain’t no point of speakin
Bitch, I’m about that action, all you do is cheap
Ain’t no other standing, fuck a conversation
I’m king, respected across the nation
Pull up on a nigga, run up like we racing
I don’t catch a charge, be like a home invasion
I fill up a nigga, like four cups
Asshole by nature, give no fucks
I kill a nigga dead, no toetrucks
It’s me, nigga, don’t look tough
Don’t take much to catch a body, fuck the Mozerati
Stole it, pull up like a jocky
Grab the Drako, beam him up like he’s Scotty
Take care of you, beat him up, like we was Rocky
[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]
All my niggas down to ride
You ain’t bout it, nigga, you done lie
I’m cold, every time I slide
Couple niggas, chopper up inside
I get money, nothin here is free
Nothin fake, real is what you see
Yeah, you hard, but you can’t fuck with me
Now pull up, pull up
[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
A Lee parked, do ten with Mertin
Young nigga strapped up, leavin bodies dirty
Funny ass nigga, na, we don’t joke around a lot
One phone call, have them killers at your mama spot
Camped outside, like them new Jordans coming out
Bars, na, nigga, you gotta show me what you talkin bout
Tarzan nigga, we don’t squobble, we can shoot it out
Now they wanna squosh beef, that’s that shit I’m talkin bout
Tats on your face, nigga, don’t feel it
Real street niggas go tattoo less
Fre Lil Jordan, bro doin fifty years
It’s drank city, bitch, we don’t sip beer
Hundred rocket missiles in case a nigga got ears
Poppin at your temple, it don’t matter where it hit you
Hit m with the money, lil homies come and get you
Fuckin with me, all them niggas with me official
[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]
All my niggas down to ride
You ain’t bout it, nigga, you done lie
I’m cold, every time I slide
Couple niggas, chopper up inside
I get money, nothin here is free
Nothin fake, real is what you see
Yeah, you hard, but you can’t fuck with me
Now pull up, pull up
[Verse 3: Trae Tha Truth]
Set the wave, let a nigga slip
Bustin out the band, do it just like TIP
Long ass gun barol, if a nigga try to trip
Let a fuck nigga get his whole sinked ship
Ride through the hood, Truth lookin like a mennis
If I catch you talkin shit, make you lookin like a dentist
Doin bidniss with me, I let you know when it’s finished
Imma take his ass to the terf, like a scrimmage
King of the streets, when they speakin my name
I feel like the sea, bitch, I’m makin it rain
Pull up, facts, I set it right through your frame
Don’t make m like me, so we are not the same
No matter the color, they know who it is
Got that K with me, like I run with Wiz
Have them niggas come through with me, like we runnin the biz
Bidness with TIP, then he go back to handlin his
[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]
All my niggas down to ride
You ain’t bout it, nigga, you done lie
I’m cold, every time I slide
Couple niggas, chopper up inside
I get money, nothin here is free
Nothin fake, real is what you see
Yeah, you hard, but you can’t fuck with me
Now pull up, pull up
