Pull Up Stevie J (Ft. Chris Brown & Lil Durk)

[Intro: Stevie J]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up on me, you lil' bad lil' ting
The bomb, baby
Bad lil' thing
Yeah, pull up on me, baby, you a bad lil' ting
Real
Yeah
Ayy

[Chorus: Stevie J, Lil Durk]
Pull up on me, you lil' bad lil' ting (Yeah)
Pull up on me, I wanna do nasty tings (Yeah)
Pull up on me, I wanna buy you (Yeah)
Pull up on me, I wanna buy you tings
Ayy, girl, you got that ooh-ooh-ooh
She got that ooh-ooh-ooh (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, girl, you got that ooh-ooh-ooh
You got that ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Pop that Percie, then it's hammer time (Yeah)
Got that bitch from Dallas, but she givin' out them Cali bags (Givin' out them Cali bags)
Came from the trenches, so I told I'm kinda traumatized (Kinda traumatized)
I ain't the same off them drugs, I gotta keep monetized (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up in that Benz truck, no wifey 'cause I been fucked
Landin' in Miami, I'm on a yacht, I get my dick sucked
You should see my ex bitch, she down for attention
Boycottin' Gucci so you know you can't get none (Yeah)
Mm-mm, let's hop inside them jetskis
I might slap to Eazy, don't give me a Rollie, just Patek me (Mm-mm)
I might go and get off two/three juugs and fuck my besties (Let's go)
Got 'em goin' for like two/three bitches to impress me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
On this journey (On this journey)
You ain't got no money, don't concern me (It don't concern me)
They call from jail, they ask for Burmy (They ask for Burmy, ask for Burmy)
I'm with Stevie J, he want foreign tings
Now a nigga lit, bitches on me