Pull Up

[Intro]

Diego, Diego, Hitmaka! (B-B-Bankroll Got It)

[Pre-Chorus: Latto]

Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hopped out on a opp (Skrrt)

Brought the baby Glock, bitch, I came to mop (Pew, pew, pew)

Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot

Birkin for the chop, got these bitches shocked

[Chorus: Latto]

I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (Nah)

Rock Chanel with my white toe and we speak in code (Shh)

I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can't beef with hoes (Nah)

I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Latto]

I might slap the shit out a bitch, caught him playin' around (Playin' around)

I rock Prada, fuck with ballers that be movin' pounds (Trappеrs)

Make that nigga ice me out, these hoes gon' fuck for free, though (Free though)

I get chips like Cheetos, 1942, no Tito (Nah)

Bitch, I'm quarantine clean, you can't touch me with gloves

Nigga rollin' off a bean, tryna shoot up the club (Shoot up the club)

Hate when silly hoes talk crazy on the 'Gram, bitch, get your bag up

I'm a city girl with the backend, can't wait to go and act up