paroles de chanson If I Pull Up (feat. Ant Live) [Live] - Handsome HYE

Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm goin' to
If ya life ain't right
I'm who you talk to
They wanna take ya life
I'm who ya talk to
I ain't the type to say what I'm gon do and warn you
Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm gon to
Uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm gon to
You better pray the Lord do what the Lord do
Or have luck on your side some horseshoes

Eye punching
Gat clutching
That's something
I did often as a youngin
And a grown-up
But wait hold up
I ain't gon lie
When I had my first child
Then I slowed up
Then this new generation
Came playin'
So I had to show these lil niggaz
I ain't a game player
If a kid act foul wit me
He'll get shot
Down by three
Now that's a game changer look
I know I
Don't know why
I'm like this
Somebody must've tampered with my light switch
I purchased an ice pick wit no ice
And been getting away with murder
I like this
Figuratively me no type snitch
In my life it's been so many times when
I went over niggaz heads
Like that Ken and Ryu kick
Giving dudes the old school beats
Like fruity loops
Ya dogs scared of everything like Scooby Doo
I smell blood
I'm the Daddy shark dodododo
I don't switch crews
And move unusual
While you
Would ride wit' whoever
Like the Uber pool
You ain't official nah
You just work at Footlocker
Them stripes just a costume dick hopper
You want static say less Patna
You better have good benefits
Cuz you gon need to see the best doctor

If ya life ain't right
I'm who you talk to
They wanna take ya life
I'm who ya talk to
I ain't the type to say what I'm gon do and warn you
Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm gon to
Uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm gon to
You better pray the Lord do what the Lord do
Or have luck on your side some horseshoes

Landlords hit my Jack
And it got me back in my bag
So I'm in the studio on my high horse
Wit a stash of that good sour
Backwoods packed wit them hood flowers
Alotta dudes hating on the Lord's
But the hood ours
I push the button
Bread on yo head
My shooters tote the oven
Catch 13 out the rocket
That's a Baker's dozen
Out the can
And I put that on the fam
Spit the hottest verse you heard
While I bury yo man
And you ain't got
No bars no cadence
I do it for my son Zay
Shout my nephew Kayden
I'm pulling up for the fam
And you left on the pavement
The money on yo head boy
And I'm making a payment
And we don't make no arrangements
Head shot
Keep that bread in ya savings
I catch a body wit these bars
Just for losing my patience
Stack yo money high yo
Nobody gotta die bro
But if he fronting
If he dies he dies, I'm Drago
Butcher coming shout to Benny nigga
Dig a whole for these rappers
Don't make me fit you in it nigga
Run down on ya block
I ain't tryna kick it wit ya
All my niggaz on that high shit
We ain't sippin' liquor
Fuck it pass me the mamba juice
Blade in the sleeve of the bomber goose
You want that beef I tell em it's time to troop
Screaming double M
Name Live
Why would niggaz fuck wit' him
Bumb niggaz get they face cut balling above the rim
Live

If ya life ain't right
I'm who you talk to
They wanna take ya life
I'm who ya talk to
I ain't the type to say what I'm gon do and warn you
Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm gon to
Uh uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm gon to
You better pray the Lord do what the Lord do
Or have luck on your side some horseshoes