Dave East - Pull Up Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Pull Up By Dave East?
(Go Grizz)
(When I say go) (Ayy) Uh Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (we gon' pull on niggas) Look what I formed alone, ain't nobody had to put me on, nigga (nah) I got my foot up on niggas, (foot up on) I hear 'em takin' the lingo (takin' the lingo) My trap phone helped me get that designer before I was breakin' a single (oh!) My racks long, remember a nigga was literally breakin' a single (literally breakin' a single) You know that yay gettin' mangled nigga, I hold that 'K at an angle (yeah) I gotta feed the team, you know I give the blueprint to my niggas (give the blueprint to my niggas) Watch how I flee the scene, I got 2 bitches inside of the Fisker (ha!) Who you think gave the ingredients? I am the one with seasonin' (I am the one with seasonin') Yeah, my ego I'm feedin' it (feedin' it), I hope you niggas obedient (obedient) Yeah, look a demon in his eyes, you'll never know what you see in it (you'll never know what you see) Yeah, I pull up speedin' in the ride, no it don't come with a key in it (no it don't come with a key) Yeah, but I smell like a ki in it (yeah, but I smell like a ki in it) Yeah, I look fresh off the border (fresh off the border) Duckin' the feds and recorders (duckin' the feds and recorders) You know I rest with the Taurus (you know I rest with the what?) I keep some ice on my neck, I gotta stay with my head above water Yeah, I'm mixin' Sprite with the Tech, constantly poppin' the meds that I ordered, yeah (Talk to 'em) Yeah, where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (We pullin' up whatever nigga you already know) Yeah, uh Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (All kind of foreign shit) Yeah, uh Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (Fly shit, a true thug nigga, tricked out bitch) Uh, yeah, yeah, uh I was in the trenches, believe me But I was blessed and finessed, so I make it look easy Nah, but this shit wasn't easy I was in a shoot-out, I'm talkin' to Nicki, got flew out I was right next to Weezy (forreal) And I gotta clutch when I meet you (when I meet you) Might have my .40 to greet you (greet you) Kept that lil' shake like a seizure I'll go to New York, interview at Thisis50, and run up a 50 ball Landed at Kennedy, no we couldn't fly with the blicky, ay dog, we need one of y'alls Ain't got no enemies, f*ck it still gotta keep it with me, might run into one of y'alls Want smoke at this show, we gon' shoot this bitch and you know might as well don't even come at all I been that nigga, turnt up my flex as a youngin', you know me and somersault Come put that shit up, at least a whole when you hit us, we flip it, no somersault I fucked that shit up, ran through a sack with my niggas, we here for a bunch of raw (yeah) Ain't give no f*ck I was tryna get fly, charged my cousin 8K for a hundred balls When Fazo died and they pulled Zell over, he was like, "F*ck the law" Pullin' up with freshman, they like, "Herbo, you a fuckin' dog" Charmed all my teachers, shootin' dice in P.E, cheerleaders, fucked 'em all (you know this shit) Still might get a C-D, 'fore I made a CD, I ain't give a f*ck at all Still in Chiraq with the GDs, yeah with the BDs, yeah I f*ck with 'em all Honestly I don't give a f*ck where you from, what you is, f*ck with me then you f*ck with the wrong Honestly I'ma just stop let you think 'bout your next move You don't wanna leave your momma 'n 'em lonely I'ma just aim at your top, give a f*ck what the vest do Any day you just come run up on me (Talk to 'em) Yeah, where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (We pullin' up whatever nigga you already know) Yeah, uh Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (All kind of foreign shit) Yeah, uh Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (Fly shit, a true thug nigga, tricked out bitch) Uh, yeah, yeah, uh I just went got me a coupe, f*ck that single shit went got me a group Glock kick like BlocBoy when it shoot Your family won't know 'til it come on the news I pop me one of them blues, all in my locker, my gun up in school (gun up in) I'm in a good mood, I ain't wanna be rude (naw) Just look at these rappers, you wanna see food Listen, before the booth I was goin' through it in the kitchen Tyson on the roof, I was lookin' for a pigeon Givenchy to the shoes, first day up outta prison She seen the roof dip and now the coupe made her Mrs. Since nigga did Hpnotiq, foreign shit gettin' out it, ahki I'm lookin' like Bin Laden Just wait to 'til the price change, you think I ice skate, this ain't no hockey we been slidin' Gelato, too I gotta Zip-Lock it My money grew up, you got kid pockets The coke is A-1, call it Len Bias Tryna zone me, no emoji, send him fire (fire) I treat the back of the 'Bach like a studio, your bitch just gave me a mic test (one, two) Just come to the mansion, see all these Ghosts and these Phantoms, shit lookin' like Fright Fest When I used to sip, it was just Pineapple Fanta if ain't no more Sprite left Just work on your aim, if you a dependable hitter that's gon' be a nice check Balmain got me rockin' these white sweats They match the Off-Whites with the Nike checks Ass bettin' that's a dice death, I see my future through the Pyrex (Talk to 'em) Yeah, where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (We pullin' up whatever nigga you already know) Yeah, uh Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (All kind of foreign shit) Yeah, uh Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (Fly shit, a true thug nigga, tricked out bitch) Uh, yeah, yeah, uh |
Who Wrote Pull Up By Dave East?
Donald Quilio, Herbert Iii Wright, David Jr. Brewster
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What's The Duration Of The Pull Up By Dave East?The duration of Pull Up is 4:07 minutes and seconds. |
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