[Chorus: Xavier Wulf]
Pull up with that lame shit
I ain't wit that same shit
You can get your name sent
You can get your flesh twitched
You can get yourself ditched
You can get your bitch hit
Come get your whole team bitch
Don't make me make a scene here
Don't make us make a scene there
I swear the air all clear there
On god n' them I don't care
Beware our .30, don't care
I'll put you here, then leave you there
Whole squad be everywhere
Pull up on you derriere
No rest to him, was all a blur
[Verse 1: Xavier Wulf]
Was this his chick? I give no shit, I got this bitch here with us
And we holdin' dat' hoe ransom, he said okay how much
Million pounds of the gas or you won't hear shit from her
I give no fucks 'bout none of you niggas I caught 'em crying for what
He caught her cheatin thru her uber, he in her recent trips
Tryna see where da fuck she was at at 4 am droppin 'nem
I ain't phased by none of you haters treat you like ugly shrimp
I turn my key, car go hadouken, like ryo and lil ken
I prolly still dish it even if we was kin
I cum again, & make her cum again, & then cum again
I hit it so good she left me ice cream in da fridge
Left some cream on her lips
I Smash and smoke then i dip, pussy
[Chorus: Xavier Wulf]
Pull up with that lame shit
I ain't wit that same shit
You can get your name sent
You can get your flesh twitched
You can get yourself ditched
You can get your bitch hit
Come get your whole team bitch
Don't make me make a scene here
Don't make us make a scene there
I swear the air all clear there
On god n' them I don't care
Beware our .30, don't care
I'll put you here, then leave you there
Whole squad be everywhere
Pull up on you derriere
No rest to him, was all a blur
[Verse 2: Diego Money]
Pull up on yo' scene bitch
30 clips, let it rip
Young Diego wit' his bitch
With the .40 on my hip
Don't pull up on lame shit
Bitch we on that gang shit
And I got the racks bitch I ball like Kevin Cain bitch
I just might go hit a jug
Pull up drop top me and wood
Flexin' on your bitch
Got them racks stacked up like some books
I ain't wit' the drug dealers
I ain't wit' the fuckin' crooks
Heard he talkin' shit, pull up on him now that nigga shook
Got them shooters at your neck
Yeah them niggas leave you wet
Young Diego run through checks
Ice diamonds 'round my neck
I just might fuck your bitch
Pass her to my nigga Dex
Smoking strong, gas pack
Got me higher than a jet
[Chorus: Xavier Wulf]
Pull up with that lame shit
I ain't wit that same shit
You can get your name sent
You can get your flesh twitched
You can get yourself ditched
You can get your bitch hit
Come get your whole team bitch
Don't make me make a scene here
Don't make us make a scene there
I swear the air all clear there
On god n' them I don't care
Beware our .30, don't care
I'll put you here, then leave you there
Whole squad be everywhere
Pull up on you derriere
No rest to him, was all a blur
[Verse 3: Famous Dex]
Don't pull up on that lame shit
I be on that gang shit
My bitch snort cocaine shit
You rob, I'm on that same shit
Pull up on 'em, windows down
Draco on me, don't make a sound
You move then my chopper go bloaw
I run to the money like mouse
I put my chopper to wulf
Can't fuck with them man they think they tough
40 on me try your luck
I'm running right to the bucks (DEXTER)
[Chorus: Xavier Wulf]
Pull up with that lame shit
I ain't wit that same shit
You can get your name sent
You can get your flesh twitched
You can get yourself ditched
You can get your bitch hit
Come get your whole team bitch
Don't make me make a scene here
Don't make us make a scene there
I swear the air all clear there
On god n' them I don't care
Beware our .30, don't care
I'll put you here, then leave you there
Whole squad be everywhere
Pull up on you derriere
No rest to him, was all a blur
[Verse 4: Warhol.SS]
.30 on me I bring hell to the earth
Testin' my niggas put you on a shirt
[Chorus: Xavier Wulf]
Pull up with that lame shit
I ain't wit that same shit
You can get your name sent
You can get your flesh twitched
You can get yourself ditched
You can get your bitch hit
Come get your whole team bitch
Don't make me make a scene here
Don't make us make a scene there
I swear the air all clear there
On god n' them I don't care
Beware our .30, don't care
I'll put you here, then leave you there
Whole squad be everywhere
Pull up on you derriere
No rest to him, was all a blur
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