Pull Up lyrics

[Chorus]
Pull up, why you talkin' all that sh*t?
Pull up, I ain't even gonna flinch
Pull up, you must think that I'm a b*tch
Pull up, b*tch, pull up, b*tch

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up, pull up, pull up on me, on me
Only gangsta when you on the IG, IG
Talkin' sh*t but never 'round me, 'round me
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

[Verse 1: Chanel West Coast]
Uh, I just dropped another hundred thousand (Drop it)
Think I need another walk-in closet (Yup)
Birkin bag, Birkin bag options (Options)
I ain't got the time, I got the watches (Haha)
Steppin' out the whip, I do my two step (Two step)
Drippin' in that water, got my shoes wet (Shoes wet)
I'm gonna slay a slider, that's my new flex (New flex)
Talkin' outta pocket, catch a suplex (Suplex)
Yeah, stay twistin' up the blunts
Got the OG kush and a bag of runts
When the sun come up, I'ma wakе up smilin'
While you stay hatin', I'm on a private island
[Chorus]
Pull up, why you talkin' all that sh*t?
Pull up, I ain't evеn gonna flinch
Pull up, you must think that I'm a b*tch
Pull up, b*tch, pull up, b*tch
Pull up (Pull up), why you talkin' all that sh*t?
Pull up (Pull up), I ain't even gonna flinch
Pull up (Pull up), you must think that I'm a b*tch
Pull up, b*tch, pull up, b*tch

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up, pull up, pull up on me, on me
Only gangsta when you on the IG, IG
Talkin' sh*t but never 'round me, 'round me
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
Chanel hella wild, she like to let go
She be hangin' out on the West Coast
You even see her way out in New York
In a strip club somewhere with Too $hort
Might be ATL or the 305
Ain't no problems when she outside
It's just a lotta love, that's what she finna get
'Cause all the haters, they be on the internet
Like that sh*t is real (Like it's real), but it's a f*ckin' joke (f*ckin' joke)
You can't go outside, you motherf*ckers is broke
You can't get inside to the places she go
You want the truth? You a basic weak hoe
I put you on a line, you couldn't make a free throw
Chanel get money, and that's all she knows
So don't come around here with that mad sh*t
She gon' beat your f*ckin' ass, b*tch!
[Chorus]
Pull up, why you talkin' all that sh*t?
Pull up, I ain't even gonna flinch
Pull up, you must think that I'm a b*tch
Pull up, b*tch, pull up, b*tch
Pull up (Pull up), why you talkin' all that sh*t?
Pull up (Pull up), I ain't even gonna flinch
Pull up (Pull up), you must think that I'm a b*tch
Pull up, b*tch, pull up, b*tch

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up, pull up, pull up on me, on me
Only gangsta when you on the IG, IG
Talkin' sh*t but never 'round me, 'round me
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

[Outro]
Ahaha, you know we just playin'
I ain't that crazy... well, maybe sometimes