Pull Up

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

Pull up to the trap

Peekin' out the peephole

Give you two shots

Like I'm shootin' free throws

Cubans on my neck

That's a lot of kilos

Pack touch down

So now I'm on reload

Pull up to the trap (pull up)

Peekin' out the peephole (who that?)

Give you two shots (bow bow)

Like I'm shootin' free throws (ha)

Cubans on my neck (Cubans)

That's a lot of kilos (kilos)

Pack touch down (it's here)

So now I'm on reload (reload)

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]

(Federal, federal, fed, ugh, ugh, ugh

2 Fed, federal, federal, federal)

Pull up in my trap car

Hit the traphouse dishin' that dope out

Hop out with that stick out

Please don't trip out, I might flip out

I know a Cuban, he don't speak Englo

I need a translator (I need some better talk)

Give me whatever I need on consignment

Told me to pay him later (throw that shine young nigga)

I heard the car pull up outside

I looked out the blindfold (who that? Who that?)

That my stupid ass baby mama

Think I'm in here with side hoes (stupid bitch)

Bitch I'm in here with nine bows (right now)

Tryna get the whole nine sold (right now)

You make a scene, causing commotion

Trying to give me some time ho? (What you 12 or something?)

Walk in your trap and take over your trap, I'm like Bankroll (Fresh)

Come and take your shit, repo (give me that)

Make you tuck your shit, Debo, hey, hey

I'm so ahead of them, check out my schedule

Gotti and MoneyBagg, ooh that's 2Federal

Fuck what they talking 'bout, I'm running up revenue

Go do the same, that's what you better do

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

Pull up to the trap

Peekin' out the peephole

Give you two shots

Like I'm shootin' free throws

Cubans on my neck

That's a lot of kilos

Pack touch down

So now I'm on reload

Pull up to the trap (pull up)

Peekin' out the peephole (who that?)

Give you two shots (bow bow)

Like I'm shootin' free throws (ha)

Cubans on my neck (Cubans)

That's a lot of kilos (kilos)

Pack touch down (it's here)

So now I'm on reload (reload)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

Moneybagg and Gotti (2Federal)

It's like we got the cheat codes

We talk nothin' but gangster shit and get money with chicos

CMG the label

And we distribute kilos

And we'll spend your budget (on what?)

On foreign whips with two doors (ugh)

I'm 2Federal, a nigga talkin' shit, etcetera, etcetera

You a little hater, it fit your character, character

I'll fuck around and embarrass you

Hold up, listen

Tell a nigga I made twenty million would you believe me?

Young nigga told me he made a hundred thousand listening to that me and Jeezy, I believe him

I was trap or dyin', get rich or die trapping (what else?)

'Fore I made Cocaine Muzik Five (what else?)

Ran off on the plug with seventy-five (what else?)

I was robbing niggas, runnin' with the guys

(Young nigga grindin', trying to get a nine)

But the price up

Everybody telling me to drop that CM9, the streets dry

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]

Pull up to the trap (pull up)

Peekin' out the peephole (who that?)

Give you two shots (bow bow)

Like I'm shootin' free throws (ha)

Cubans on my neck (Cubans)

That's a lot of kilos (kilos)

Pack touch down (it's here)

So now I'm on reload (reload)

Pull up to the trap (pull up)

Peekin' out the peephole (who that?)

Give you two shots (bow bow)

Like I'm shootin' free throws (ha)

Cubans on my neck (Cubans)

That's a lot of kilos (kilos)

Pack touch down (it's here)

So now I'm on reload (reload)