Alpha's World - Pull Up

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Pull up with the guys, yelling mob ties
Send em back, ain't never gonna die, we be all fine
Cinematic, looking at the skies, they be on time
Automatic, semi or the 9, they be all about it
Thought about the music and the vibe, yelling call my own
I ain't even know about the ties, lemme call my phone
Tell me if you thinking I'm alive. Am I coming home
Knowing when we pull up w the fire
They be on the floor, gotta go

Pull up with the 9, pull up with the fire
Pull up with the 9, pull up with the fire
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Pull up with the 9, pull up with the fire
Pull up with the 9, pull up with the fire
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Cash in with the ride, tell me when I'm gonna die
Is you even getting high? Could you tell it by the kind
Look, Fendi on my mind, thugging with a child
Undercover with the blinds, can I get you on the line
Shooting em on sight, double-seater like a bike
Forty figures and I might, might deliver on the white
Take it in a line, you could feel it in the mind
Open up and make it rhyme, independent when I write
Look, who the realest that you already know
Gucci covering her body but it already shows
I'mma eat it like panini, put it all in the toast
I done made like 1800 put it all on her toes
Look, who defeated him and all of the foes
Indies rocking out the weather, let her tongue on my rose
See me clocking out together, put em all in a show
Fourteen figures in my vision, and I'm already gold
Like, Who's that? They ain't even staying on the call
Like boom bap, fighting, I could do it in a mall
No contact, we ain't even shooting at the bod
This combat, pulling out the semi, hit em all
Don't fall back, stick it, we could take em on a walk
Don't talk back, Milly, I could send em with a pot
No contact, 47s singing when I walk
This combat, pulling out the semi, hit em all

Pull up with the 9, pull up with the fire
Pull up with the 9, pull up with the fire
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Pull up with the 9, pull up with the fire
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Pull up with the 9, pull up with the fire
Pull up with the 9, pull up with the fire
Pull up with the 9, pull up with the fire
Pull up with the
Pull up with the 9, pull up with the 9
Pull up with the

Pull up with the guys, yelling mob ties
Send em back, ain't never gonna die, we be all fine
Cinematic, looking at the skies, they be on time
Automatic, semi or the 9, they be all about it
Thought about the music and the vibe, yelling call my own
I ain't even know about the ties, lemme call my phone
Tell me if you thinking I'm alive. Am I coming home
Knowing if we pull up w the fire, they be on the floor, gotta go

Pull up with the 9, pull up with the fire
Pull up with the 9, pull up with the fire
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Written by:
Arjun Lal

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