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lirik lagu pull up hop out (dmv remix) – willtharapper

[hook:]
pull up and hop out
yo b-tch she on my d-ck, woah
i work out and purp out, her n-gg- mad as sh-t, so?
i told him pop out and pull up, he say he wanna k!ll 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 n-gg- nah
ain’t come to say sh-t 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 sh-t bang bang, come where you hang hang
drums with me, n-gg-s 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
n-gg-s 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 sh-t won’t work
your b-tch think im young and perfect, you n-gg-s young and worthless
is there anyway i tote my a and k on any day
heard you striked out with the b-tches, im a pimp get plenty play
op in the nba, i go sit corpses when we play
bad b-tch , she from virginia, get full courses in va
i smoke torch man in the place, my b-tch 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

[verse 2:]
its time to let these n-gg-s know
where im from, n-gg-s k!llin over clothes, and b-tches trading up they goals for some doe
they set a n-gg- up, set they n-gg-s up, anyone they know
for the come up, get they funds up, to get any kind of doe
i only f-ck bad b-tches, not just any kind of hoe
i been smoking strong all week, i dont chief any type of dope
these n-gg-s trappin on the map, they movin any type of dope
sellin crack, stepped on the like cracks, junkies dont even wanna smoke
with the plug, take all the drugs, then i leave them on the boat
it ain’t no 30 in this bubble, just this nina in my coat
i always got that d-ck up in her, swish some lean a giant hoe
these b-tches uppity as f-ck, she ain’t great she gotta go
that triple beamer balance low, my diesel chains do balance flow
put my kids all on her lips, if that little b-tch a childish hoe
disrespectful, i respect who? not n-body, not a soul
my money runnin like a nose, its like my pockets got a cold
a lot of dope, sniper slow, i shoot until the choppas broke
she suck my d-ck, slobber show, but she say she not a hoe
i dont argue fight or fuss, i catch my nut then adios
had to cancel all her plans, i bust all on her party clothes

[verse 3:]
pull up and hop out, im whippin my glock out
this clip not gon graduate, i shoot til it drop out
n-gg- want smoke, bring the car, bring the block out
had n-gg-s sick like the nba block out
roy got the ruger and ross got the mop out
fail in the cut, with the mac bout to pop out
we go to war, ain’t no squashin the cop out
the wop go back out, the semi go bracca
your b-tch in my dms, she tryna be my bm
i just want next, so these b-tches dont need him
i skeet then delete them
i produce on her cheeks, how i beat them, she geek when she leavin
make her leave us, then send her back like im cleveland
lean got me trippin, im talkin like cleveland
d-ck in her mouth, use her gums like she teethin
if you ain’t stop with me, f-ck boy you ain’t eatin
from merlin to million, i trap every season
broke n-gg-s sad and they be two season
who f-ckin with me from out of my region
no brakes to the check, while you n-gg-s be sleepin
im bad imma get it, yo b-tch bad imma hit it
before i swear im with it, you scared boy you timid
your sh-t shared and rented, i pull up and air out this tinted
for real im a trapper, you ain’t real you an actor
im in the field with the jagger, you squeal and get casper
we peel this sh-t shatter, f-ck makin deals imma blast ya
need pills, imma tax ya
im too real for these rappers, im too sk!lled for these rappers
i k!ll on you rappers, no remorse for you b-st-rds
shout out my bro willtharapper

[verse 4:]
pull up on a kid, n-gg- try to do me like pac
pull up on a kid, n-gg- try to do me like big
tell the b-tch n-gg- come pull up
like he in the gym, tryna get strong
pull up to your front door like the mail man, start shootin like carmelone
it ain’t no love in these streets, ain’t got no love for no freak
hop out with forces on my feet, watch how these b-tches gon geek
im in the hood like im ebt
i keep a shooter right next to me
they ride my wave like a jet ski
then put the stutter, it dont come with keys
she wanna slurpie no slurpie, we bout to beef up like jerky
you n-gg- purpin like woah
my n-gg- runnin like woah
people just f-ckin for money, you n-gg-s savin these hoes
i just be thumbin through hundreds , you n-gg-s really be broke

[verse 5:]
i pull up, i pull up, i ball with a hundred
no runnin from sh-t, i just run up my numbers
she got good brain, but that b-tch she look dummy
her n-gg- hit me, im hot as the summer
pop pop out with this rap sh-t, you know i got handy
my sh-t stay quick, im lit with no candle
ain’t stress for no b-tch, ain’t sh-t to get canceled
im fly as a seagull like d-mn daniel
i save your number its babysitter
she catch it all on my favorite picture
your b-tch only bad with the d-mn filter
she on my line, i ain’t no d-mn fisher
hundred good gas, i got that good doe
no gas for the low, say he tax for the o
he shoppin huf by the case low
no if ands or buts, if you want paper you told
i pop out, and pulled up
lay where there is nowhere to be found
never do run around, two 50 clips let off a hundred rounds
i work out, and purp out, i turn that little boy to a lick
two 30 clip chop sticks no f-ck that little baby its sick

[verse 6:]
i pull up and hop out the trenches
i got your b-tch in my mentions
she only tweet for attention
i punish the p-ssy detention
b-tches on b-tches im pimpin
sprite with the lean what im sippin
where is your weapon, you slippin
beat down the block then i kick it
five deep in the rental, shooters shot like a pistol
they dap you up and then diss you
p-ssy n-gg-s got issues
blow a n-gg- like a whistle, my d-ck the bomb like a missile
bend her over, never kiss her
f-ck her once and i dont miss her
not with the talkin just pull up
for the more weight, imma pull up
you not ouside when i pull up
pop me some mula then turn up
play with my n-gg-s get lit up
some b-tches thotties, need check ups
drinkin this lean, got the hiccups
b-tch do not f-ck with my double cup
pull up, my glock out, you f-ck around get hit
i whip out, my chain out, these b-tches say im lit
i work out and work out, i just hit a lick
bow bow, bow bow, i just called my vick

- willtharapper

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