Germ - PULLING UP (feat. $uicideboy$) Lyrics

Lyrics PULLING UP (feat. $uicideboy$) - Germ



The murder rate in New Orleans has already surpassed last year, so the negativity that comes with the killings once again
Pull the trigger Budd Dywer, hahahahahaha
Pulling up with a new vengeance (Achoo)
$licky so sickening
Enemies think that I trust 'em
Head in the clouds from the mushrooms
Isolated, I don't want discussion
Headlock a bitch while I fuck her
Losing my screws like I got a concussion
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck you to your face, I ain't tryna wait
Hell was my home on the west side
Homies down to ride, let that chopper slide, representing that northside
I ain't got the time, crime after crime
Everyday I'm dying, here to terrorize
Devil afterlife, silence on the .9, triple six be my kind
Hear the second line, hear your momma cryin'
Violence what we 'bout, all on my side
Ticky ticky time, bitch it's $uicide
Smoking your ash in my pine, ho
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we fuck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we fuck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we fuck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Aim my gun right at your throat
What was that shit you had spoke?
Fan away all of the smoke
Shatter the mirror, and sweep up the broken glass
Turn a Backwood into ash, flick it all over my path
Follow the cash
Syrup needs Sprite, just a splash
I am the wave, let me crash
Smoking that gas, steady snorting them blues
Blind as a bat, eyes rolled back, what a view
Ignoring my phone, tell your bitch to stay home
'Cause when Ruby is out, the town turn to a zoo
Mac from the south, back from the drought, gat in my mouth
Ain't no rat in the house, casually strapped up the casualty count
Every step I take is gasoline doused, pass me an ounce
Stacking accounts, keep talking shit, you'll get smacked in the mouth
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we fuck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we fuck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we fuck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
I think you bitches outta time (Yup)
Rolly too froze, caution, ice
I been on hunts for the right price
It's only right, I buy up all the pints
We ducking jakes, guns at the light
Rendevouz, meet with a lil' nigga wife
Rose gold Patek, I'm thinking no ice
I need a big body hottie in the bike
Rolling that dope up, she count up my moolah
That bitch a lil' shooter, I don't do the Rugers
That Glock like Usher, it's singing, type shooting
I move like a Bruin, my lifestyle is stupid
I gotta keep drank on me, nigga might lose it
Smokin' that stank, he thought he smelled manure
I been a big boss, ask 'bout me, watch me, I prove it
All of y'all niggas really out here losing (Bad shit)
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we fuck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we fuck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we fuck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow



Writer(s): Jerry Antoine


Germ - EVERY DOG HAS ITS DAY
Album EVERY DOG HAS ITS DAY
date of release
15-03-2024




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