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