Lyrics Pull Up - Rich Homie Quan feat. Young Thug

We bout to pull up
Who you pullin up with Rich Homie? (Young Thugger)
I'm talkin bout thats my muhfuckin brother
Lets go lets go

Magic City, Follies, Bitches wildin, make me pull up
Molly cleaner than a stylist make me pull up
If a nigga come round talkin bout me
Best believe my nigga gon pull up
Chopper dancin', it gon make your bitch ass pull up
Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up
Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up
Next thing you know a nigga pulled up
Next thing you know a nigga pulled up
Next thing you know a nigga pulled up
Next thing you know a nigga pulled up

Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up

{Rich Homie Quan}
Pull up on that nigga with a new car
Then I might pull up on 'em in they boo car
Fuck one, I'ma ull up with two glocks
Still throwin' money in the shoebox
Still got hoes on the south side
Offset, 24's make it low rides
Talk shit, I shoot out booth eyes
I've done did a lot of shit they don't know bout
Me and Thugger, and we got a hunnid bitches on the way
I got brothers who grew up in them tranches without a thang

Without my name wouldn't be shit, thats why they hatin'
Thank you Lord made it, I made it and when it come to strip clubs, my favorite

{Rich Homie Quan, Young Thug}
Magic City, Follies, Bitches wildin, make me pull up
Molly cleaner than a stylist make me pull up
If a nigga come round talkin bout me
Best believe my nigga gon pull up
Chopper dancin', it gon make your bitch ass pull up
Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up
Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up
Next thing you know a nigga pulled up
Next thing you know a nigga pulled up

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up
Next thing you know a nigga pulled up
Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up

{Young Thug}
Ima hit it from the back
Ima pull up on a nigga with a bitch, pussy wetter than a lake
Young Quan got a nigga's bitch
Clamped to the seat in the back of the new car, no pay
Got more loud than a parade
No copy but her face i'll paste
Hoes fight [?] like a race
Chop a nigga in, body 3, no way
Young nigga, diamond like a I go to maize

Skeet, skeet, skeet (nut in your face)
Swear to God I think a blunt came with my shoes
(Thats the way the laced)
Get the fuck out my face and pull up to

{Rich Homie Quan, Young Thug}
Magic City, Follies, Bitches wildin, make me pull up
Molly cleaner than a stylist make me pull up
If a nigga come round talkin bout me
Best believe my nigga gon pull up
Chopper dancin', it gon make your bitch ass pull up
Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up
Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up

Next thing you know a nigga pulled up
Next thing you know a nigga pulled up
Next thing you know a nigga pulled up
Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up

{Rich Homie Quan, Young Thug

I don't know none of these nigga
All my niggas, they battle, best believe they'll (pull up, pull up)
I ain't even stunt a bit
But if she want dick, best believe Ima (pul up, pull up)
And Ima pull up with thst latest Bentley
With your lady with me, make her mini skirt (pull up, pull up)
Ima try and make it hurt (pull up, pull up)
LeBron at the baseline (pull up, pull up)
I don't know none of these people
I don't know none of these people
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
Got a check by my side, how you fell Thug?
And I swear I don't know nothin' bout these niggas
Know nothin' bout these bitches, nah