Lyrics Pull Up - FREERICKY

Slumpgod?! I'm a bum god
Dump hot when the foe shot
Cut up like that coleslaw
From your ol ma
You like a whole lot

Your bro mad his hoe bad
He Talk shit he getta toe tag
Roundin him up
Throwing his ass in the van
You know We get all that we can

Dese hos get it
They bread winners
Fly high 5 star dinners
No lies there's no way
I'll fuck a bitch if she ain't a go getter

Go get her I'll go trick her
He lover but I'll sticker
On a corner wit a bag
Come back in a day and be a lil' Richard

2 I'll serve you
Wear gloves like they serve food
Smoke woods with a cold brew
Got home hos; they homeschooled

Load up and then pop pop
Slow enough to pop a cops top
Sirens sounding, heart pounding
Head fizzin' like a Shocktop

Minivan got slaps ho
Point it out no map tho
Day to day with the ammo
Rambo in our camo

Talk shit that's a gamble
Chop it up wit no sample
Cross it out no handles
I flip flop no sandals