Pull Up Hop Out Lyrics

The name of the game is consistency
What up, Wale? I got you
Hol′ up, bitch, I wahler she say pull up
In the end, just skrt up
I bet they know they can't fuck with me
(M-M-M-Mayback Music), yeah (yeah, yeah)
Turn that shit up, yeah

Double M, my emblem, I can go wherever (yeah)
And I can go with ten hoes, and them ten hoes couldn′t be cousins (yeah)
I can go out Landover, maybe Ardmore, with my brothers (yeah)
Synder got me for the family pass so I could snap that with Kirk Cousins (woo)

Ralph flow they can't fuck with (woo)
Ralph flow to confuse 'em (woo)
Southside niggas outside
Niggas lil′ G them boys dem use it (fact)

Killer weed, I got it from the Bay (ya)
I′ma roll up me a KD (ya)
Iggy Dollars like he Draymond (ya)
Pretty Js like its Curry (splash)

Feel that there about the shot, nigga (boy)
Capital, we in the drop, nigga (boy)
Ten summers, every hood love it
Trent Williams on the block, nigga (Big Trent)

Hol' up (yeah), 12 comin′ with a fuckin' roll up
Where the loud, put it down, get a nigga shot up
Holla, black lives forever matter
Baby momma got a Birken only for in Seattle

Yeah, we keep it G, we keep it so one hunned
DMV, bitch, I eat all homage from it
Pull up, hold up
Thinkin′ about new Wraith, get that hoe up
I should cosplay Luke Cage DMV, I'm too great
They can′t fuck with me (yeah), duh, ay

Pull up and hop out
Your bitch she on my dick, whoa
I work out, and purp out
Her nigga mad as shit, so?

I told him pop out, and pull up
He say he wanna kill me, oh
Why he acting scary?
He got a 30, I knew he wouldn't blow, no

It's time to let these niggas know
Where I′m from, niggas killing over clothes (gimme that)
Them bitches trading up they goals for some dough
They′ll set a nigga up, set they niggas up, anyone they know
For a come up, get they funds up, to get any kind of dough

I only fuck bad bitches, not just any kind of ho
Been smoking strong all week, I don't chief any type of dope (I don′t fuck with that)
These niggas' traps ain′t on the map, they moving any type of dope
Selling crack stepped on like cracks, junkies don't even wanna smoke

Meet with the plug, take all the drugs, then I leave him on a boat
There ain′t, no, 30 in this bubble, just this nina in my coat
Always got that dick up in her, swear Selena jih ho
These bitches uppity as fuck

She ain't green, she gotta go, that triple beam, it balance low
My diesel jeans, New Balance flow (whoa)
Put my kids all on her lips, if that lil' bitch a childish ho (whoa)
Disrespectful, I respect who? Not nobody, not a soul
My money running like a nose, it′s like my pockets got a cold

A lot of dope, snottin′ slow, I shoot 'til the chopper broke
She suck my dick, slob, and stroke, but she say she not a ho (nigga, what?)
I don′t argue, fight, or fuss, I catch my nut then adios (adios)
Had to cancel all her plans, I bust all on her party clothes

And then I pull up and hop out
Your bitch she on my dick, whoa
And then I work out, and purp out
Her nigga mad as shit, so?

I told that nigga pop out, and pull up
He say he wanna kill me (I'm out here any day), oh
(Kill me anyway), why he acting scary?
He got a 30, I knew he wouldn′t blow (whoa)
And you know that I'ma blow