Pull Off Lyrics

Big body benz pull off

She cannot stand it cut off

They'on know shit just hating

Yeah Pop my shit big face

Yeah young Zo still getting cake

Yeuh, blue hunnits my plate

Huh nigga ain't playing no games with y'all

Fuck around and get you sprayed

Yeah i move on God ian stun no nigga

Got way older stack my cheddar

Whenever she wit him she tell me she bitter

She tryna slide over here cuz it's better

He standing strong like him made of medal

He got it on he fly as a feather

She ain't never seen a nigga with Margielas

Shawty on 'go' ima 'smash' like 'pedal'

Dem niggas hating, dem niggas be jealous

Wanna be living yo life when you better

Dese niggas broke and they need to do better

This cuban link look like muh-fucking treasure

I took the great and i made it greater

Who reppin that gang, you gotta get paper

Who reppin that gang, you gotta be loyal

Dis shìt is family, dis shìt is royal

I come out the mud, i come out the soil

Niggas be waiting for a kill like buzzards

So you gotta stay on yo shit like huggies

Do the shit right whole team get flooded

Speak my mind can't be no puppet

Whenever a nigga talm bout 'war' 'tug' it

Catch a nigga roun' these parts buss it

Sliding roun' wit dese rods, thuggin

Big body benz pull off

She cannot stand it cut off

They'on know shit just hating

Yeah Pop my shit big face

Yeah young Zo still getting cake

Yeuh, blue hunnits my plate

Huh nigga ain't playing no games with y'all

Fuck around and get you sprayed

(Oh yeah) Nigga don't write no lines

Nigga gone take his time (his time)

How you think hurt, whole time nigga he fine (he fine)

He like the one who lurk shawty she right in her prime

Hey-hey he bout to be slurring his words

He pouring a 6 every-time

Uh he piping ya main hoe, she like to get hit from behind

Uh he liking her brain it's cold, he looking real deep in her mind

Got these chains all on my neck nigga

Reach for em you a get hit nigga

Reach for em you a get tech nigga

For the tech, ima hit u wit a tec

Ayy ima tell these folks what's next

Niggas be mad they ain't got my flesh

Niggas be mad cuz they ass can't dress

Man that's a flag, we callin it back

Mane dese niggas 'holding'

Fuck it no matter what, dese niggas mad or what

I'm still scoring, big boy'n, live on, she's fine, bing bong

How he got Celine on? he fire got gasoline on

I need some to lean on

A fake one i cant be one

I just steady leaning, i drop a 4 dis evening

How you gone block the road

I'm in the sky U-Fo

Uh ima just i'm right but ian gone say you wrong

Came back a whole nother time still cun fill that role

Nigga got hoes ina line tryna get to his dough