yvngxchris – Pull Up

[Couplet 1]
Oh, come here lil’ nigga
Marni for my slippers
She prefer Mr. Williams
One day I’m tryna be on the New York City Times Square Buildings
One day I’m tryna give 100 thousand dollars to all of my siblings
Not just my sisters
All of my brothers from another mother
Hell yeah that’s my niggas
New York City we watching the ball drop, pick that shit up; double dribble
I’m inside cus it’s raining
She talkin’ ’bout it’s nun’ but some drizzle
He make the Glock sing
That be a street symphony instrumental

[Refrain]
Ask me what I think, tryna get in my mental
How could I trust you, baby, look what your friends do
How could I trust you not fucking that nigga you layin’ next to
Why would you trust me
I don’t suggest it
I don’t respect you
I hit yo’ best friend
And then I text you
Like pull up pull up to the B&B
Like pull up I got Givenchy with me
It’s hotter than a bitch switch the degrees
Free certified trap got a switchy on me
Football, get blitz in the heat
Coi Leray, need a bitch so petite
Stand on my money, Bol Bol, I don’t even need to jump

[Couplet 2]
Beat a bitch boy ass, I don’t need a gun
I feel like Keem
Beat it up
Some y’all odd
Even up
Okay it’s even now
That nigga fuckin’ wit’ yvngxchristian
I’m bring the demon out
Bitch, look at my coat
Invisible cloak can’t see me now
Damn, I’m thinking it’s camouflage
Dis money I’m standing on it be the ground
Back in the day I was not the man
I said that I wanna scam
No reason now
I remember back then them teachers was kicking me out
But nowadays a young nigga be teaching them

[Refrain]
Ask me what I think, tryna get in my mental
How could I trust you, baby, look what your friends do
How could I trust you not fucking that nigga you layin’ next to
Why would you trust me
I don’t suggest it
I don’t respect you
I hit yo’ best friend
And then I text you
Like pull up pull up to the B&B
Like pull up I got Givenchy with me
It’s hotter than a bitch switch the degrees
Free certified trap got a switchy on me
Football, get blitz in the heat
Coi Leray, need a bitch so petite
Stand on my lonely, Bol Bol, I don’t even need to jump