Pulled Up (Explicit)

I don't get mad

I just get paid

Smelling like a pound

Walking in the bank

I been smoking w**d

Before the 5th grade

This a man's world

B**ch stay in your place

Sh*tting on your favorite rapper

Did it by mistake

Went and got a mansion

Went and got a maid

Naw I ain't got a deal

But I got a Wraith

I call my clientele

I'm sorry for the wait

All these pounds in my traphouse

Feel like I'm out of shape

These b**ches love me man

I'm drinking muddy man

Drop a four in a ginger ale

It tastes like bubbly man

Young n***a hit a lick now

You can't tell me nothing man

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

I saw my old b**ch yesterday

You should've seen her face

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

I saw my old b**ch yesterday

You should've seen her face

Pulled up in a Porsche

That b**ch too anemic

Got that Rolls Royce

That b**ch too conceited

Then I got them feet

Had to get a pedi

Bought Keisha the Audi

You other niggas petty

Bet you ain't got more money

Than Harmony an' Heaven

Flat black Chevy

Flat black MAC 11

I'm rolling up by the pound

You rolling up by the seven

Walk in the room with the black and white fur

That b**ch that look like a panda

I put the slang in the gram

I just might loan you a phantom

I do this sh*t for Atlanta

Shoot that b**ch up with a cannon

All that I want is some Act

Whip that sh*t up with a Fanta

Niggas don't know how to act

When I pull up

B**ches pull out the cameras

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

I saw my old b**ch yesterday

You should've seen her face

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

I saw my old b**ch yesterday

You should've seen her face

Pulled up in that 911

Pulled off in a Wraith

This my second one this year

It still got paper plates

I'm laughing out the lot the way

I'm laughing to the bank

Ha ha

All you niggas standing in line

You need more food to fill my plate

Swear you P***y niggas sweeter

Than some crème brulee

I got niggas in the kitchen

That'll razorblade your face

I'm frying chicken in my f**king Wraith

Ghetto n***a

Eating Dodger's chicken in my f**king Wraith

What can I say

Greasy fingers

Spill some hot sauce on that leather suede

Ceiling BBQ interior

Collard green exterior

All these cars outside I can't decide

Which one to drive

And all these hoes outside I can't decide

Which one I want inside

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

I saw my old b**ch yesterday

You should've seen her face

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

Pulled up in a Porsche

Pulled off in a Wraith

I saw my old b**ch yesterday

You should've seen her face