Pullin Me Back lyrics

by

DC2Trill



[Intro]
Mr. Groovy (Uh-huh)
Mr. f*ckin' Groovy (Uh)
Know what I'm saiyn'?
[?] sh*t, know what I'm saiyn'? (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1]
We took this sh*t to the masses, I ain't give no n*gga no passes
She just shave her hear like cash, I got glass in my cabinet (Phew)
I'm f*ck this b*tch free base, we ain't even use no mattress (Right)
I'm a seasoning like time, this sh*t look like fine wine (Meow)
And my mamma could name me Optimus, I'm still not in my prime
I got optimistic cash, she wasn't by but now she tryin'
[?] link mode, stupid b*tch to see the signs (Seen)
Can't go back just like Nino, but I pull up a Maybach this time (Pullin' Maybach)
I'm in a Maybach in the back, gotta bad b*tch smokin' on wax
Got a bad b*tch doin' [?], but she still up a ten at that
One of my bags turn [?], she went up twenty racks
I'mma concretе general [?], have a kid, it's Chromе Heart whoopings
When I pop out I'm good lookin', this who all the b*tches hook
Had thousands in the studio, but none of my did a hook with (No)
I with no keyboard on the type to be in your bushes (b*tch)
Callers like Now or Laters, color like Power Rangers (Yo)
I'm in this brand new b*tch with 2T, I should brand this sh*t with danger
Cautious, so much purple stuff come out of the faucet (Phew)
Kiki, Nasha, Alishya, Amiri, I got so many options
Thinkin' about that b*tch Sarah, let up f*ck around and go try (f*ck around and go try)
[Chorus]
Every time I try to lean something keep pullin' me back, me back
Think I need codeine up in my life
Better think twice, n*gga
Thinkin' about put it away, she must have nobody need you in 'em life
Push it playa P, I do it to the T, in my LV a bunch of felonies (Felonies)
She pour my codeine, she give a dog a treat, I pull up a SRT, ain't no dodgin' me
[?], ayy
Real bag flipper, ayy
[?], ayy
I just got some 'Wock and some top, I'm sick of them
[?] watch the babies, we goin' up, super crazy

[Verse 2]
Leave her walkin' in the summer time, just like Rico Reckless
Shawty said I'm gorgeous, handsome, fine, I ain't even impressive
Pop a cellin', pop a pink pill, I don't get the pressure (Pop, pop, pop)
Pop a pus*y n*gga in his lip, he don't get the message (Pop 'em, pop 'em, pop 'em, huh)
Flavor CC with another bag, I can't help but take it
Took this b*tch to restaurant 20 times, but we ain't even dating
That pink flappy thing up and I'm out, that's why I keep my baby (On the top)
Take some of you n*ggas to the South, you wouldn't even make it
20 n*ggas got pop out with his Glock, it's time to save you
WWE Chrome belt, but I'm don't fightin' in cages (Big [?])
Lame ass n*ggas be on Twitch, Rage, baby (f*ck)
I'm the type of n*gga take a trip with three ladies
She wanna see me IRL, said "f*ck that 4K [?]"
A thousand for a buck on my features are smart to pay it (I promise)
My prime is top tier fine sh*t, that's usually what I lay with
The other time be rap, I can't help it, it's a habit
Spend 4K on the pant, spend 10K on my mattress
Spend 7K on the stu', I ain't even the one who grabbed it (Added up)
n*ggas be shot, every time you with static (What the f*ck?)
I'm cashin', bank rubber bands and Goyard bags (That's enough)
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