Pulling Strings lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh-huh
That boy Hariroc, that boy Niko
Okay

[Chorus]
I got rank for real, I pull a f*ckin' string and get 'em off (Off)
I be rappin', but I still be havin' bags in the loft (In the motherf*ckin' loft)
If this rap sh*t goin' bad, I hit the trap and get it off (Hit the trap and get 'em off)
Yeah, no cap, before the rap, I had got rich off gettin' soft (No cap)
This b*tch ain't talkin' 'bout no money, get out my face, I'm gettin' soft (b*tch, I'm gettin' soft)
b*tch talkin' 'bout she found herself, she probably somewhere gettin' lost (Somewhere gettin' lost)
Braggin' 'bout that b*tch you caught, she with my brothers gettin' tossed (With my brothers gettin' tossеd)
I ain't runnin' from no n*gga, if they get on 'em, I'm gеttin' off (Know I'm gettin' off)

[Verse]
We got hella spots, and hell nah, we ain't droppin' dots (Hell nah, we ain't droppin' sh*t)
Beat the ho down at the studio if she say she want some c*ck (And that's on gang)
Baby, tell me what you need, it don't matter, I got it all (b*tch, I got it all)
Got this 40 on me, you'll never see it, it's tucked inside my drawers (b*tch, it's tucked inside my drawers)
Same place that you be kissin', I have her pucker on my balls (I have her pucker on my balls)
We beat down a ho for free, you paid a thousand for her walls (Paid a thousand for that pus*y)
It ain't nothin' to get 'em off, wait, hold up, let me make a call (n*gga, he a pus*y)
That same b*tch you lovin' play-fight with my brothers in the hall (That's no cap)
We got more red than a rib shack, put di*k where her ribs at (Ribs at)
f*cked her friend, tryna act like it ain't happen, I know you feel that (I know you feel that)
She a redbone and she thick as f*ck, I'm tryna kill that (Boy, I'm tryna kill that)
I got a whole lo' that I ain't got off, I'm tryna spill that (b*tch, I'm tryna spill that)
It wasn't easy, I had to get it
Couple my n*ggas ain't have it, so I went got it, the next day, I had split it (I had had to split it)
I call hats and all, shout out my partner, won't sh*t come out this 50
Rap don't work, I'm back to workin' choppers, season up these chickens
I got rank for real, I ain't gotta pop it, these n*ggas know I beat it
[Chorus]
I got rank for real, I pull a f*ckin' string and get 'em off
I be rappin', but I still be havin' bags in the loft
If this rap sh*t goin' bad, I hit the trap and get it off
Yeah, no cap, before the rap, I had got rich off gettin' soft
This b*tch ain't talkin' 'bout no money, get out my face, I'm gettin' soft
b*tch talkin' 'bout she found herself, she probably somewhere gettin' lost
Braggin' 'bout that b*tch you caught, she with my brothers gettin' tossed
I ain't runnin' from no n*gga, if they get on 'em, I'm gettin' off, off