Bcalee - Pull Up

We got a killer on the loose
Look I pull up I can smell the hate from like a mile away
I've been tryna do what's right but I just turn the other way
I'm either chillin wit a white bitch or I chill with Mary Jane
If I ain't tryna fuck, she gon have to wait
I got people on the way bruh u won't believe my taste
They was plotting on the boy I watched it blow up in they face
When they pull up second they gone say it's not a race
Im prolly in the city with your bitch we at a rave
If this Molly's not gone hit we gon fuck through this delay
These drugs make me anxy that's the only thing I hate
She don't do this shit without me she say she feels out of place
Makes sense how we end up at her place
They say I'm Aaron Rodgers the way I let I go
You funny like the parkers but this is not a show
If she ain't cashin me out wtf I need her for?
I know that they be lookin, you be woofin! miralo!
I remember dropping five back when I would BO SIP
Packs of the cookies Id wake up & smell the roses
Im dippin to LB but that shit feel like a road trip
Yeah she on my tip & she still slapping my old shit
They tell me they love me but I am not convinced.
They wasn't wit me in the gym when I was taking hits
And I'm just like dam ain't that about a bitch
If you ain't tryna move you gotta take the hit

Written by:
Brian Calderon

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