pull up - supremekati lyrics
ye, huh, ye, aye
[chorus: supremekati]
tell em we outside wit sticks (ion think that n*gga want smoke)
tell that n*gga that he’s a b*tch (he gone think im saying that sh*t as a joke)
tell his ass to pull up (ion think that n*gga gone go)
cause we gone make a fool of em
this choppa hold a full hunnid
now i got her talking her sh*t
these f*ck n*ggas know how i come when i ride gotta hop in tha car wit a stick
now that lil b*tch wanna stick on my side cause i got a few thousands to hit wit
i missed my flight ian never on time i might need a audema wrist
im rocking designer you barely can find these n*ggas can’t order my fits
[verse 1: supremekati]
i bought her some titties, i bought her some thighs i might as well order my b*tch
my bro got jammed and he lost my nine now i gotta go order more sticks
they know im having these hoes by the ton imma hit em and blow em a kiss (ye)
i like em freaky im f*cking a dime now i got a recording a b*tch
my bro on the gram trynna tweak wit a iron im like why you recording the sticks
bought a new ar same size my leg these n*ggas can’t run from this
get shot in your sh*t trynna act like me these n*ggas wasn’t born fa this
2 or 3 hoes trynna reach for my clothes told a n*gga ian goin for sh*t
they know im having these hoes by the ton
fresh out the mud with this drip like a pond
2 or 3 hoes i done put them in line
im mixing the gucci with louis vutton
im in the street with this stick like a sign
throwin codine in the cup by the line
all this money on me n*ggas think i done signed
shout out to slime
just like my b*tch i been doin fine
im writing these letters and sending this cheddar like free all my n*ggas thats doin time
and me and my n*ggas like birds of a feather might walk in the party wit twin nines
let a n*gga play its sin time
imma f*ck around redeem mine
[chorus: supremekati]
tell em we outside wit sticks (ion think that n*gga want smoke)
tell that n*gga that he’s a b*tch (he gone think im saying that sh*t as a joke)
tell his ass to pull up (ion think that n*gga gone go)
cause we gone make a fool of em
this choppa hold a full hunnid
now i got her talking her sh*t
these f*ck n*ggas know how i come when i ride gotta hop in the car wit a stick
now that lil b*tch wanna stick on my side cause i got a few thousands to hit wit
i missed my flight ian never on time i might need a audema wrist
im rocking designer you barely can find these n*ggas can’t order my fits
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