[Intro]
Fire dat shit up Goodro
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Head Da Don]
This knot so big off in my pocket, make it hard to pull out
Different foreigns in my garages, which one I'ma pull out?
Baby tryna hit the lottery, tellin' me, "Don't pull out"
I know they plottin', but they dyin' if I ever pull out
They hatin' and you got 'em pissy, I say, "Fuck it, pull out"
They gon' try you, don't be slippin', yeah, you gotta pull out
Don't let that little thotty get you, you gon' have to pull out
Stack your papers till it's too silly for you to pull out
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Voila, blunt in my hand is dwamn
Ain't got no plans, illicit brand got me slammed in the land of la, la
Hate and you scam, I can't understand whatchu sayin' la, la, la, la
They said, "Tech N9na washed up," I gotta tell 'em, "Pull out the facts"
Lot of 'еm stuck on planet rock like I can't pull out some plaquеs
What I scripted make me tickets, now I pull out the stacks
'Cause I brought Independence, Overland Park and every hood out for rap
Ain't no enemies touch us, so it ain't finna be ruckus
They just scaldin' 'cause we ballin' like the Flenory brothers
Listening, to the classic tunes of This Ring
In my brand new Benz, I pulled out and believe it's still pristine
But I ain't bootsy or lame, try and juke me, I aim
Flyin' screw is fryin' food like I am Lutfi, I flame
If you fakin', this surely gonna get you hatin'
Wish you Nathan, but goodness when I pull out of your situation right?
Fire dat shit up Goodro
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Head Da Don]
This knot so big off in my pocket, make it hard to pull out
Different foreigns in my garages, which one I'ma pull out?
Baby tryna hit the lottery, tellin' me, "Don't pull out"
I know they plottin', but they dyin' if I ever pull out
They hatin' and you got 'em pissy, I say, "Fuck it, pull out"
They gon' try you, don't be slippin', yeah, you gotta pull out
Don't let that little thotty get you, you gon' have to pull out
Stack your papers till it's too silly for you to pull out
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Voila, blunt in my hand is dwamn
Ain't got no plans, illicit brand got me slammed in the land of la, la
Hate and you scam, I can't understand whatchu sayin' la, la, la, la
They said, "Tech N9na washed up," I gotta tell 'em, "Pull out the facts"
Lot of 'еm stuck on planet rock like I can't pull out some plaquеs
What I scripted make me tickets, now I pull out the stacks
'Cause I brought Independence, Overland Park and every hood out for rap
Ain't no enemies touch us, so it ain't finna be ruckus
They just scaldin' 'cause we ballin' like the Flenory brothers
Listening, to the classic tunes of This Ring
In my brand new Benz, I pulled out and believe it's still pristine
But I ain't bootsy or lame, try and juke me, I aim
Flyin' screw is fryin' food like I am Lutfi, I flame
If you fakin', this surely gonna get you hatin'
Wish you Nathan, but goodness when I pull out of your situation right?
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