Pull Up In The Range (Conjuring) lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Eating confident
b*tch, you ain't hotter than me
(808 Mafia)
You a condiment

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Sprinkle the money on that b*tch ass like a condiment
I done got to the bag, you still tryna figure out who your father is
I ain't need my dad I still got cash, yeah for me, that's common sense
Pulling up in that Ghost, skrrt, (Huh), just like The Conjuring
Nowadays, I get too high, it feels like that I won't die
Spread my wings, and I'm gon' fly, f*ck n*gga it's go time, uh
Raw when I hit it, I like my beats raw when I hit it (Uh, uh)
I hit that b*tch raw when I hit it (Uh)
I'ma put in her jaw for a minute (Uh)
She got good head, told her, "Come Harvard a n*gga" (Uh)
Good top come barber, a n*gga (Uh)
Bomb pus*y, Pearl Harbor a n*gga (Uh)
But there ain't no charging a n*gga (Uh)
I don't pay for the pus*y, I get it (Uh)
Like my di*k on ice, she slipping (Uh)
Ike Turner, I beat up the kitten (Uh)
Kicked her out and told her, "Good riddance" (Uh)
She gon' miss me when I'm gone (Uh)
I just be Drizzyin' b*tches (Uh)
Nothing Was the Same that ho (Uh)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, pull up in a whip, so big, can't park it
Lamb' truck loud, sound like I'm fartin'
Bet that coochie stink, I beg your pardon
b*tch you can leave, it ain't Gina and Martin
Barry Sanders how I run through these hoes (These hoes)
Switchin' b*tches, like how I'm switchin' my clothes (Switchin' my clothes)
Suicide, watch me let up the door, know it's killing you slow
Let a young n*gga on
Snuck in with the stick, don't play in this b*tch
We'll shoot in the club up if he don't play my sh*t
Spank a n*gga's ass like Mama and Pops
Bun to a man, nerve to a Glock
I'm with the sh*t when my pamper was sh*tty
I thought I was lit, now a young n*gga litty
I'm on they ass like a bra and a titty
Got b*tches sucking, f*cking, swallowing my kiddies
She ran through, my mans too
Put an ass on her, now she brand new
We'll take him, then murk you
Till you're dead homie, n*gga, f*ck you
I got more juice than a Juicy Fruit
It's a cold world, still drop the roof
We ain't lettin' up, got my foot stuck on they neck like I got glue on my shoe
I'm up
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Range that's Rove' (Uh-huh)
Lean just touched down, let's go (Uh-huh)