Pull Up

[Chorus: Ken Carson] We got sticks, pull up, bitch Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch I got licks, pull up, bitch Let's do a mo'fuckin' drill It's a mill' in the house up the hill Ain't nobody inside the crib Who ready to ride for real? Who ready to slide for real? Get down or lay down And it's LV all over my backpack, you know I don't rock no Sprayground Pull up on your block, you hear, "Blatt, blatt," you know that my niggas don't play around He was walking his kids to the bus stop, we left his body on the playground I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer, I'ma let that boy know how the K sound [Post-Chorus: Ken Carson] You a bitch, you a dick rider, yeah, these niggas don't just be gay now Fuck your bitch, then I'm out of there, I'm back on the block sellin' big pounds Keep the whole thing, I don't do no breakdowns Don't do zips, boy, I don't do no shakedowns I was ridin' 'round town with fifty pounds This was your shit but, bitch, this my city now They was your bitchеs, them be my bitches now Snatch your shit, givе me them He was sellin', but he ain't get shit for them Left your boy down there, yeah, you ain't shoot shit for him I just rolled up my opp, yeah, I'm spliffin' him I'm smokin' on whoever hate I'm smokin' on whoever fake I'm smokin', boy, I load up that K [Verse 1: Ken Carson] And I'll let that mo'fucker spray, let that mo'fucker hit, watch your body decay That's what you get for bein' mad shady, that's what you get for throwin' shade For a broke bitch, I got cake For a roach nigga, I got Raid Lil' shawty said she want lil' vamp, said she wanna fuck, I took her backstage Hell nah, I ain't wastin' no time, I blow out her spine, she invertebrate Hell nah, I ain't wastin' no dime, hell yeah, this bitch fuck me, she ain't worth a thin' No, I can't make the bitch mine, know her IG, but don't know her first name And I don't know her last either, I just know she a gnat, eater I'm rollin' off a flat, geeked up, this ain't fake, boy, you know my Percs real You think you addicted to the pills? You addicted to Fentanyl We don't play 'bout that shit over here, I get high and I switch up my gear Hell nah, I ain't talking 'bout clothes, I'm talkin' 'bout how I feel These lame niggas talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm tryna talk up a mill' I'm tryna talk up a bill', I wanna make the first trillion Got a bad bitch, she Sicilian, won't talk, she just love the feelings She a star, yeah, she can touch the ceilin', model bitch, yeah, I'm takin' her down You wasn't fuckin' with me way back then, shit, you ain't gotta fuck with me now She ain't know I fucked on her best friend, just like 2Pac, bitch, I get around It's Lil Vamp, bitch, that's how I get down, fuck your bitch, move her outta your town And you won't never see the bitch again, you lookin' for her, but she with Ken Me and your bitch get lost Now she fuckin' with a boss She talkin' 'bout her favorite designer brands, I told her to take that shit off We in my loft, yeah, we on top of the land, we North, but that head goin' South She goin' crazy, she suck my dick with two hands, she won't stop and I'm pushin' her off He talkin' crazy, but he won't pull up, bitch [Refrain: Ken Carson] Pull up, bitch Pull up, bitch Pull up, bitch Pull up, bitch Pull up, bitch Pull up, bitch Pull up, bitch [Chorus: Ken Carson & Yeat] We got sticks, pull up, bitch Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch I got licks, pull up, bitch Let's do a mo'fuckin' drill It's a mill' in the house up the hill Ain't nobody inside the crib Who ready to ride for real? Who ready to slide for real? Get down or lay down And it's LV all over my backpack, you know I don't rock no Sprayground Pull up on your block, you hear, "Blatt, blatt," you know that my niggas don't play around He was walking his kids to the bus stop, we left his body on the playground I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer, I'ma let that boy know how the K sound (Whew) [Verse 2: Yeat] Bang (Bang), bang (Bang, bang) We got Glocks, pull up, bitch We got sticks, pull up, bitch (Pull up) I'm in the GLE, pull up, bitch I'm in the Tonka, huh, bitch I'm in the Lamb' I got my bro out the jam I'm rocking Margiela, Margiela monk (Margiela monk) I got diamonds on my head She got diamonds on her toes (Let's go) I might take off on a sled, yeah All my diamonds on a boat, yeah (Ooh, ooh) We just pull up, let it go (Buh) Bitch, we richer than the world (Ooh, ooh) We got what? Yeah We got Glocks, pull up, bitch We got sticks, pull up, bitch Don't say shit, lil' bitch, I'm rich Where I'ma chill at? Bitch, at the Ritz (I'm up) I'm in the Tonka, shit don't make no sense I'm in a foreign, shit gon' bust your hip Got a lil' foreign bitch who give me sex I went and doubled up and touched an M (Luh mill') All I like money, bitch, I ain't got no friends (Uh-huh) I call the devil up, 'cause that's my twin (Huh) I seen them switch up, they don't want you winnin' (Huh) We rich as a bitch and I'm chillin' with Ken [Chorus: Ken Carson] We got sticks, pull up, bitch Ball like Knicks, pull up, bitch I got licks, pull up, bitch Let's do a mo'fuckin' drill It's a mill' in the house up the hill Ain't nobody inside the crib Who ready to ride for real? Who ready to slide for real? Get down or lay down And it's LV all over my backpack, you know I don't rock no Sprayground Pull up on your block, you hear, "Blatt, blatt," you know that my niggas don't play around He was walking his kids to the bus stop, we left his body on the playground I'ma let that shit hit with no silencer, I'ma let that boy know how the K sound [Post-Chorus: Ken Carson] You a bitch, you a dick rider, yeah, these niggas don't just be gay now Fuck your bitch, then I'm out of there, I'm back on the block sellin' big pounds Keep the whole thing, I don't do no breakdowns Don't do zips, boy, I don't do no shakedowns I was ridin' 'round town with fifty pounds This was your shit but, bitch, this my city now They was your bitches, them be my bitches now Snatch your shit, give me them He was sellin', but he ain't get shit for them Left your boy down there, yeah, you ain't shoot shit for him I just rolled up my opp, yeah, I'm spliffin' him I'm smokin' on whoever hate I'm smokin' on whoever fake I'm smokin', boy, I load up that K