Pull Up Hop Out lyrics

[Intro]
What they like?
n*gga wanna fight?
Oh, woah
It's WillThaRapper boy
Ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

[Chorus]
Pull up and hop out
Your b*tch she on my di*k, woah
I work out, and purp out
Her n*gga mad as sh*t, so?
I told him pop out, and pull up
He say he wanna kill me, oh
Why he acting scary?
He got a 30, I knew he wouldn't blow

[Verse 1]
It's time to let these n*ggas know
Where I'm from, n*ggas killing over clothes
Them b*tches trading up they goals for some dough
They'll set a n*gga up, set they n*ggas up, anyone they know
For a come up, get they funds up, to get any kind of dough
I only f*ck bad b*tches, not just any type of ho
Smoking strong all week, I don't chief any type of dope
These n*ggas' traps ain't on the map
They moving any type of dope
Selling crack stepped on like cracks
Junkies don't even wanna smoke
Meet with the plug, take all the drugs
Then I leave him on a boat
There ain't no 30 in this bubble
Just this nina in my coat
Always got that di*k up in her, swear Selena jih ho
These b*tches uppity as f*ck
She ain't green, she gotta go
That triple beam, it balance low
My diesel jeans, New Balance flow
Put my kids all on her lips, if that lil' b*tch a childish ho
Disrespectful, I respect who? not nobody, not a soul
My money running like a nose, it's like my pockets got a cold
A lot of dope, snottin' slow
I shoot 'til the chopper broke
She suck my di*k, slob and stroke
But she say she not a ho
I don't argue, fight, or fuss
I catch my nut then adios
Had to cancel all her plans
I bust all on her party clothes