Pull Up Hop Out (DMV Remix) WillThaRapper (Ft. Lightshow, P. Wild, Tino Loud, Top Dolla Sweizy & Ziplock Domo)
[Chorus: WillThaRapper]
Pull up and hop out
Yo bitch she on my dick, woah
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
He actin scurry, he got a 30, i know he wouldn't blow
[Verse 1:]
Okay pull up, then i hop straight out the car
Strapped with this A to the R
Ain't come to play nigga nah
Ain't come to say shit to yall
Ain't no disussions
Comas there ain't no concussions
After they come with the aroma, its plain ol disgusting
We ain't no gang man, we not for games gang
Let that shit bang bang, come where you hang hang
Drums with me, niggas can come get me
I got the big mac, the Craig mac, and the tech thats like 150
He just say he want glizzy, i already knew that boy couldn't do nothin with me
I treat my gun like my son, if i had a son, i keep my son with me
Niggas got some nerve, i get you whack, im talkin one word
I ain't got no chill, whats up to Will, tell me who want work
Use your face to make sure my gun work
That hatin shit won't work
Your bitch think im young and perfect, you niggas young and worthless
Is there anyway i tote my A and K on any day
Heard you striked out with the bitches, im a pimp get plenty play
OP in the NBA, I go sit corpses when we play
Bad bitch , she from Virginia, get full courses in VA
I smoke torch man in the place, my bitch gorgeous in the face
Like a portrait in the face, i got extraordinary taste
Think she drink that skinny tea, thats not no ordinary waist
Plug then ran all out of work, he said we ordered every plate
Pull up and hop out
Yo bitch she on my dick, woah
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
He actin scurry, he got a 30, i know he wouldn't blow
[Verse 1:]
Okay pull up, then i hop straight out the car
Strapped with this A to the R
Ain't come to play nigga nah
Ain't come to say shit to yall
Ain't no disussions
Comas there ain't no concussions
After they come with the aroma, its plain ol disgusting
We ain't no gang man, we not for games gang
Let that shit bang bang, come where you hang hang
Drums with me, niggas can come get me
I got the big mac, the Craig mac, and the tech thats like 150
He just say he want glizzy, i already knew that boy couldn't do nothin with me
I treat my gun like my son, if i had a son, i keep my son with me
Niggas got some nerve, i get you whack, im talkin one word
I ain't got no chill, whats up to Will, tell me who want work
Use your face to make sure my gun work
That hatin shit won't work
Your bitch think im young and perfect, you niggas young and worthless
Is there anyway i tote my A and K on any day
Heard you striked out with the bitches, im a pimp get plenty play
OP in the NBA, I go sit corpses when we play
Bad bitch , she from Virginia, get full courses in VA
I smoke torch man in the place, my bitch gorgeous in the face
Like a portrait in the face, i got extraordinary taste
Think she drink that skinny tea, thats not no ordinary waist
Plug then ran all out of work, he said we ordered every plate
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