YUH! ft. Kenny Trill Lyrics

Pull up with the sticky on me

Pull up with the blicky on me

Pull up and I got it on me

Pull up and I got it on me

I just gotta move with the streets

I just got a pull in the streets

I just gotta sell my dope

I gotta get home, I gotta sell weed

I'm runnin' to the top, I'm on a higher level

Metro bought me a pink-front bezel

Sip my drink and I pop my molly

One phone call then I pull up on shawty

Fuckin' up the box, ain't talkin' 'bout Roddy

Cream of the crop, and I'm zooted a lot

Team on the top, new kids on the block

But we stay the OG's, been pushin' lowkey

Whole city know me, Swishers burnin' slowly

Got the H in my drip, 100 rounds in the clip

I'm the number one pick, gotta pull up with the stick

Takin' a hit, that gas too legit

Been swangin' on streets since I was a jit

Pull up, pull up jet G5

Pull up in a whip like its on fire

Pull up in all black suit and tie

Pull up we might be here for a while

Pull up, pull up jet G5

Pull up in a whip like its on fire

Pull up in all black suit and tie

Pull up we might be here for a while

When I find my flow, man it feel like blow

When I feel that heat, and it drip like nose

When I peel that back, man shit moves slow

When I touch that track, make it lit like gold

When I bring that pack, make it hit like ghost,

When it feel that good, don't feel that cold,

Never seen no god, still sell my soul

If the devil ask me nice enough like so

Playboi carty

Cash flow Marty, pulled up in a 'Rari

Party next door but it ain't no party

Heisman baby ain't no Lombardi

Playboi carty

Cash flow Marty, pulled up in a 'Rari

Party next door but it ain't no party

Heisman baby ain't no Lombardi