Pullin Cards lyrics

[Intro: Moneymarr and Cruddy Murda]
Now what the f*ck them young'ns say about Marr
They ain’t push up on sh*t they ain't hop out no car
They ain't blowin’ up sh*t n*ggas internet gods
All that rappin' on live send yo ass to the stars
Damn, I'm f*ckin' with Marr he told me dey joesin' (Aye Marr)

Moneymarr, uh
Me and Murda in this b*tch n*gga (Pullin these young n*gga's cards)
b*tch ass n*ggas, opp ass n*ggas
Uh, Moneymarr

[Chorus: Moneymarr]
Really active I pull n*gga's cards like its Yugioh
Got a bad b*tch her brother the plug call him Julio
We took this sh*t from the mud to the studio
Got a shooter from Florida with dreads, Foolio
Me and Murda gon' f*ck up the city and turn it up
Spin the block its a murda, the whip we gon’ burn it up
Go getcho stripes, lil n*gga ain’t doin nun'
Been rappin’ and cappin' bout pistols, ain't shootin' none

[Verse 1: Moneymarr]
Try and figure out why b*tches make me the topic
Is it money, the di*k or I’m takin' em' shopin'
Mini Draco on the side but it shoot like a rocket
n*ggas broke and they hate, so they watchin' my pocket
n*gga I can get back in the trap man that's nothing
I was tryna relax but the trap keep jumpin'
I ain't f*ckin' around that's the end of discussion
7D liter block den its back to the plug
Out west with da vibes take a b*tch to the west
Got dat Glock, 45, we won't play wit dem Wessons
Smokin' exotic, gettin' head, b*tch you know I ain't stressin'
Put my nut on her face, and it's lookin like dressin'
Now what the f*ck them young'ns say about Marr
They ain't push up on sh*t they ain't hop out no car
They ain't blowin' up sh*t n*ggas internet gods
All that rappin' on live send yo ass to the stars
[Verse 2: Cruddy Murda]
Damn, I'm f*ckin wit Marr and he told me they joesin'
Parked on dey block, I know dey be stroffin'
Pay wit a hunnid, I'm shootin' out tokens
I'm on that one way, Cruddy we loaded
Errybody whip when the car get noticed
Hunnid a line, errybody know dis
Servin' a white b*tch, I call her Lois
Damn, I had a 6 but I sold him an 8
I hid two lines, he was too, I was late
I whip out the Drac' make errybody skate
They always hop out and I had to escape
Damn, I'm on da Cruddy where sh*t got started at
Passin' them bags, Corona ain't stoppin' that
She eatin' me up, she doin' a lotta dat
I spent a stack on my Gucci bag
It's holdin' the fifty so Murda can reach it fast
Them Cartier frames I'm geekin' to see his ass
Bro off six and he ready to leave his ass
Trap sold me some foo, I couldn't believe his ass
I gave him a look, then reach in my Gucci bag
Put my arm down bag that's the best ways
He lucky I ain't shoot his ass!

[Chorus: Moneymarr]
Really active I pull n*gga's cards like its Yugioh
Got a bad b*tch her brother the plug call him Julio
We took this sh*t from the mud to the studio
Got a shooter from Florida with dreads, Foolio
Me and Murda gon' f*ck up the city and turn it up
Spin the block its a murda, the whip we gon' burn it up
Go getcho stripes, lil n*gga ain't doin nun'
Been rappin' and cappin' bout pistols, ain't shootin' none