Pull Up (feat. G Herbo, Dave East)

Go Grizz, winners circle
 Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas
 Look what I formed alone, ain't nobody had to put me on nigga
 I got my foot up on niggas, I hear 'em takin' the lingo (takin' the lingo)
 My trap phone helped me get that designer before I was breakin' a single
 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
 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
 Who you think gave the ingredients? I am the one with seasonin' (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 key in it, yeah, I look fresh off the border (fresh off the border)
 Duckin' the feds and recorders (feds and recorders), you know I rest with the Taurus (you know I rest with the)
 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) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (we pullin up whatever nigga you already know)
 Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (all kinda foreign shit)
 Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (fly shit, a true thug nigga, dripped out bitch)
 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
 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 This is 50, 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, fuck 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 fuck I was tryna get fly, charged my cousin 8K for a hundred balls
 When Fazo died and they pulled Zell over, he was like, "Fuck 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 fuck at all
 Still in Chiraq with the GDs, yeah with the BDs, yeah I fuck with 'em all
 Honestly I don't give a fuck where you from, what you is, fuck with me then you fuck 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 fuck what the vest do
 Any day you just come run up on me
 (Talk to 'em) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (we pullin up whatever nigga you already know)
 Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (all kinda foreign shit)
 Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas (fly shit, a true thug nigga, dripped out bitch)
 I just went got me a Coupe, fuck 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 dippin', that true lemoniscious
 Since nigga did Hpnotiq, foreign shit gettin' out it
 Ahki I'm lookin' like bin Laden
 Just wait till the price change, you think I ice skate, this ain't no hockey we been slidin'
 Gelato too loud gotta Zip-Lock it
 My money grew up, you got kid pockets
 The coke is A-1, call it Len Bias
 Tryn assault me, no emoji, send fire (fire)
 I treat the back of the 'Bach like a studio, your bitch just gave me a mic test
 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) Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas
 Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas
 Where you from? We gon' pull on niggas