Pullman Lyrics

Fenna pull up in the Pullman, won't know how to act

Niggas been eatin' ruth you niggas late

Take the stuffing out the chicken, put it on the steak

My young nigga drop 30, he from Golden State

Fenna pull up with the hyenas and they go dumb

This little bitch talkin' reckless, better show up

She curious about the ladder gang and how we go up

I'm serious, I need a payment now or I won't show up

My rider rowdy, he mix dog food with gunpowder

These bitches ratchet, like to get drunk and tongue-wrestle

These goofy niggas like to slow down, I'm all pedal

The way the ladder play the game, we need a gold medal

Stupid, huh, I'm just livin' life

I tooted Nisha, then I boot her on a loaded night

Your homies mad, know I'm breakin' when I throw the dice

These demons pull up in all red like this money heist

You know the price, we gon' squabble if it wasn't right

What a loaded night , this cannon singin', you can go tonight

Parallel park at brazy girls, we got a show tonight

Never doubtin' God, NDG, you know it's tatted, right

Fenna drop some woky , dirty Fanta, got me feelin' right

Had to slap her onion, how she movin', got me throwin' racks

Yeah, the ladder boomin', give a fuck, we gon' get it back

Dick off in her stomach, she a cummer, we gon' run it back

At K.O.D. with some bitches you can't touch on

This bitch Mickey, but her cousin get her fuck on

Told the bitch the trick, got the money, go get your tuck on

All my riders been outside before I touch phone

Check his palm , that boy been a angel, but his heart chrome

Walked inside of Louis with money, but got my punch on

At K.O.D. with some bitches you can't touch on

Told the bitch the trick, got the money, go get your tuck on

All my riders been outside before I touch phone

Check his phone, that boy been an angel, but his heart chrome

Up the ladder, riders in all that fly shit, nigga

Up the ladder, riders in all that fly shit, nigga