Pull Up Music lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Different when it go so hard
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh (Hah)
Ayy, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
I'm back on my Baby Jesus sh*t (Hah)
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby

[Verse 1]
Let me get back on my hustle, f*ck a friend, it's off the muscle (Ha)
You smoking di*k, you think I trust you? (Mhm)
Burn a n*gga like I'm Usher (Boom)
I don't go back and forth all on the internet, have no interest for discussion (No)
Pull her hair and choke her while we f*cking, I probably give her a concussion
I need a plate and I ain't tryna wait, I'm so f*cking hungry I could starve
My n*gga snuck in with the rod, I'm 'bout whatever, that's on God
I go to jail, I pay the bond, please don't waste my f*cking time
Hate on me, I hit your ho (Ho), play with me, I get that iron
Can we f*cking keep a secret? That's a .40, b*tch, I keep it (Boom)
My b*tch a f*cking Puerto Rican, I f*ck her every other weekend
They swagger jacking, I can peep it, these n*gga jacking my steelo
b*tch, it's a brick, it's a kilo (Brick), I beat a n*gga up like Deebo
His b*tch got at me on the d-low (Shh), I'm wit' my n*ggas shooting CeeLo
Wouldn't run up on me, that's a no-go (Brr), I keep it on me like it's legal, b*tch
[Outro]
DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
Ha

[Part II]

[Intro]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Firzt on the track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah

[Verse 2]
They should've told you I'm coming, n*gga play with me, I mop it (It's up)
Pull up on me, think I'm bluffing? Bust it on you, have you running (Brr)
Your b*tch can get it if she want it (Oh yeah)
I'm killing your b*tch from the back, I smack her ass and keep her coming (hey)
All my n*gga, they a hundred, police behind me, I'm running (I'm gone)
My ho make your ho look ugly, I don't do dimes, I do twenties (For real)
Twenty thousand on a Monday (Twenty), thirty thousand on a Tuesday
Caught your b*tch out on a Wednesday, she like my style, I had her choosing (Uh)
Sleep on me and then you losing, got a beam on the chopper (Boom)
Make you lean when I pop it, got some lean from the doctor
Wherever you see me, I'm ready, my name hold weight, this sh*t heavy
Got your b*tch face in my lap, parked at the 7-Eleven
Yeah, we at pump number nine, this ain't no pump, this a iron
They ain't let me in with the .40, snuck in the back with the .9
These n*gga be acting and lying, posting up statuses, crying
There really, really ain't no real n*ggas
And I'm 'bout to light the bih line, ayy
[Outro]
DaBaby