Toosii and 21 Savage - Pull Up

(Think we found a LoopHole)

Tell a nigga pull up, yeah
Pull up we poppin' outside, yeah (sheesh)
I done switched whips like four, five times (skrrt)
Like two, three sticks in my ride, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
Tell a nigga pull up (uh)
Pull up, be ready to die (ha)
Don't make me mad if you love your life
If you do, I ain't wasting no time

Fancy I got the Bottegas on me (Bottega's on me)
We posted at the bodega, homie (bodega, homie)
I love the guap, holy matrimony (sheesh)
I done married the money, the paper only (woo)
Don't fuck with niggas they fake and phony (fake)
Why do these niggas be faking on me? (Snakes)
I'd rather do it all by my lonely
Say you want the crown, nigga, come take it from me
You want the crown, come and take it from me
I make it rain when it's looking sunny
I'm kind of smart but I be with a dummy
Don't make a call if it ain't about money
They should've told you ain't nothing funny
You should've asked why these bitches love me
I keep it on like the water been running
I ain't wasting no time if it ain't about nothing
Yeah, pull up the seat back
I know why he mad
I done put in work, no slack
And it all paid off, I been thumbing through racks (through the racks)
Commas, I need that (what?)
I know why he mad
I been sticking straight to the code
Get the bag, while these other niggas coming in last

Tell a nigga pull up, yeah
Pull up we poppin' outside (sheesh)
I done switched whips like four, five times (skrrt)
Like two, three sticks in my ride, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
Tell a nigga pull up, uh
Pull up, be ready to die (ha)
Don't make me mad if you love your life
If you do, I ain't wasting no time

I'm Mr. Get Out On Feet (21)
He try to run through the cut
Boy, where you going?
Get hawked down the street (21)
Glock with a switch hit a nigga with a left hook, right hook, Muhammad Ali (on God)
If you ain't signed to no major you better off not even asking my fee (straight up)
That shit a couple hundred G's (21)
He a pussycat like Garfield (21)
Stick make a nigga do a cartwheel (straight up)
Since 'Savage Mode' it's been six years (on God)
And a nigga still ain't got a heart still (on God)
Still a hotbox, we cartel (21)
Catch 'em on the highway, roadkill (21)
Walk up on a nigga, pull his coattail (21)
Y'all niggas running from the smoke still
Yeah, he a rat but he ain't got cheese (pussy)
Giving out sleep, who want Zs? (Pussy)
Spinning all summer, ain't no peace (pussy)
Y'all chase clout, we lowkey (pusst)
Repping 21 'til I'm O.V. (21)
He need gas, he on E (21)
All that wolfing, he too drunk (21)
Got his ass smashed by the O.E.
21, 21

Tell a nigga pull up (pull up)

Written by:
Javar A. Rockamore, Maurice Mitchell, Nau'jour Grainger, Robert Reese, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Theodore Thomas

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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