Текст песни Pulled Up - Cole Myer

I pulled up flexin' on a steed, I pull up flexin' don't talk to me
I pull up flexin' royalty, I pull up flexin' royalty, collect my fees, need royalties
I pulled up flexin' made a hit, I pulled up flexin' hit a lick, I pulled up flexin'
I pulled up flexin' where's your girl, too busy showin' mine the world
I pulled up flexin' diamond and pearl, I'm switch my lanes, I'm never gon' swerve
You had it comin' it's what you deserve, pull up tonight and then I'm gonna serve
Ridin' the beat I don't know how to surf, I got no tags up on my whip
I go to Zumiez, rip and dip, this real life I cannot quit
This real dark I cannot fit, all these songs but they all hit, let me change the flow a bit

Might come back in the summer I'm runnin' it
I came back from the time I was fumblin', I'm so high it got me stumblin'
I'ma fall down then I get back up again, you want me well I want to fuck your friend
I come back winter time make it hot again, where we go we don't need a cartigan
If I ate everything that I pack I think I might throw up
I know why she do not like me it's because she fucked it up
Don't know why she doesn't wanna come out with me to the club
Next day she better not question why I won't fuckin' pick up
Don't pick up, bitch I won't pick up

Different girl every week I can pick but I can't choose
All she cares about is money and these fuckin' Dior shoes
Me, Yung Grady go to Cabo when we go out on the cruise
And you know we on vacation so we poundin' down the booze
And you know it's real dark so we never hittin' snooze
I make hit after hit physically I cannot lose
Sometimes I'm just really lazy so I don't got an excuse
That's my bad, why you sad? it's because of drug abuse
Runnin' up the bag, I'm on high alert, bullets make you sad, oh that made you hurt
Fiji with with the water, how I make it squirt
Feel like Lil Wayne, how I go berserk

Got a bad bitch on my side never talk to her, she talk to me then I'm hittin' the silencer
She kinda bad cause she look like an amateur, phone in my pocket, my hands got a carry her (carrier)
What are you sayin'? I can't even stand with her, lock up my ex I don't wanna hang with her
If she kill herself then I might go and hang with her, it's not my fault I just know I can't handle her
You can see the incline comin', holy smokes my money thumbin', pack it move it bite a dozen
Tell him that we up to nothin', but you know we up to somethin'
Packin' bags of body bluffin', bank account you know I'm floodin', with the work I put in know I'm pumpin'
Yo chest, fuck it we gon' hit him in the neck, fuck it we gon' dodge the IRS
Gobblin' wobblin' makin' a mess, 2:15 in and I know I'm the best
I'ma go sleep and wake up to the press, is that Cole Myer, yes
I just wanna wake up to success
I want you and your mama impressed, you think it's cool it's whatever I guess
You hit a lick well I call it finesse
You would be good if you could change a little
Eatin the beat like a motherfuckin' skittle
Bang on my chest when I leave I am brittle
Breakin' me down like I'm in the hospital
What is you sayin'? you sayin' a riddle
I do not get it like soda I frizzle
Fly me to space I'm a soul and a missile
Text my phone you get hit with a block
Chief keef, bang, I got the wok
Birds comin' in and they come by the flock
I'm goin' harder than ever before
Bring me the hammer I'm smashin' like Thor
You changed me down in my core
Robbin' shit cause we were poor
I want you to want me more, where we came from was a war
I can feel it in my soul, they said leave it all to Cole
To be the best that is my goal, I got it all under control