PULL UP GHOST-CLAN lyrics

[Intro: Trap-a-holics]
This Chicago, n*ggaa
Trap-a-holics

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Pull up, Ghost clan
I'm fresh up out the pot, I'm lookin' like a dope man (Aye, aye)
Lookin' back to when I had that cocaine
Lil' cousin nineteen, but he gon' tote my four five (Damn son, where’d you find this?)
f*ckin' in Gucci slides
Twenty-08, b*tch, I was buyin' them two for fives (Two for fives)
You got drank, that's true? Let me buy it
So ain't never no pancake, that sh*t there gon' get denied (Ayy, pus*y, Real trap sh*t)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I won't buy it if you can buy it
All this water, I ain't scuba divin'
Never sign with illumini-
Big M-E, who am I?
My name Chief So super high (Sos' baby)
In the bed where a cougar lie (Huh)
She just killed me, homicide
You ain't a top guy, you the other guy
Smell me smokin' on an onion
Nub you up, it's a bunion
Shawty Lo, get done, done
She ask do I want a perc', uh-uh
f*ck that, hoe, show me somethin', somethin'
The girls got me lookin' like Hong Kong
I'ma lil' asian, you can call me Shang Tsung
(This Chicago, n*gga)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Pull up, Ghost clan
I'm fresh up out the pot, I'm lookin' like a dope man (Aye, aye)
Lookin' back to when I had that cocaine
Lil' cousin nineteen, but he gon' tote my four five
(Like you ain’t know)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Pull up, Ghost clan
I was mindin' my business, she put me in her Close Friends
Balenciaga winter gloves, I built a snowman
Rolls Royce truck, lookin' like a tow man
Sent her to the store for rubber bands, I need some more
I don't need a scale, I buy a whole thang just to smoke
Don't try to compare, I'm in a whole 'nother category
Everybody know, my flow is nastier than a lavatory
I'm straight out the laboratory
Pull up, put it back up on me
I'ma put a rack up on it
Get on the track, put facts up on 'em
Know he broke, put a cast up on him
She fell in love with the accent, don't it?
We pullin' up in matchin' Rollies
Uncle Sam, l'm taxin' on 'em, yeah

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Pull up, Ghost clan
I'm fresh up out the pot, I'm lookin' like a dope man
Aye, aye
Bro backin' out, I got that co-can
Lil' cousin nineteen, but he gon' tote my four five
f*ckin' in Gucci slides
Twenty-08, b*tch, I was buyin' them two for fives
You got drank, that's true? Let me buy it
So ain't never no pancake, that sh*t there gon' get denied (Ayy, pus*y)
[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Yeah, b*tches fall in love just to take a picture
n*ggas wanna fight, but I got the sticker
n*ggas just be talkin', they a bunch of lippers
n*ggas drinkin' brown lean, actin' like a sipper
Be careful, 'cause that sh*t'll probably f*ckin' kill you
Paralyzin', numbin', I can't f*ckin' feel you
Cut the girls and these n*ggas comin' out like lizards
Finna head on your block and beat that b*tch like SZA
She think that I'm D'Usse, 'cause I be drinkin' sizzurp
Pull up in that coupe with me and Mike Willy
I just bought a Benz, she 'bout to pop a wheelie
Sixteen and I damn near let a copper kill me
You don't want me, 'cause I got that guapo really

[Outro: Mike WiLL Made-It]
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