Pull Up

Rah, it’s BKay you know
You know, you know
Rah, it’s BKay you know
Uh, uh
Whoosh off safety, beat that
Live old corn, let him eat that
If she ain’t leng then uh-uh, can’t jeet that
Greet that told li’l bro «Come sweep that»
Still wan' ten toes on street that, deep that, pretty machine, man treat that
Ever since «Uno Uno» all these barbies cat me and repeat that
Pull up
Let it beat like freaks, Glock 17 filled up with sweets
Ooh, ah, I ain’t seen her in weeks
Who that fu-u-up, her pum-pum reeks
My south ting two cheeks cause she heard bad man just jeets and skeets
Just cool, don’t step in my sneaks'
Italian kids, boy on these
Pull up
Let it beat like freaks, Glock 17 filled up with sweets
Ooh, ah, I ain’t seen her in weeks
Who that fu-u-up, hr pum-pum reeks
My south ting two cheeks cause she heard bad man just jeets and skeets
Just cool, don’t stp in my sneaks'
Italian kids, boy on these