Pulp Fiction ft. Coop Lyrics

Look at my wrist

Shorty said she wouldn't mind livin' like this

Kill the competition cross 'em offa my list

If I say shoot not a single shot miss

Take 'em on the lake now he sleepin' with the fish

Just lost a load on the road got me pissed

Everybody solid man we all knew the risk

Got another shipment comin' so I gotta be quick

Yeah, yeah I gotta be efficient

2,000 miles man that's one helluva distance

Flexin' on my exes gotta show em what they missin'

Used to be a freak now she a born again Christian

Wanted you on the team you couldn't see the vision

Quit tellin' me I'm different

Not a lot's changed still a man on a mission

Homie flipped the work then I collect my commission

Sometimes it feels outta my reach

You been on the bench I got mud on my cleats

Out in California in the hills not the beach

She fuckin' with the campaign she know the whole speech

Sometimes it feels outta my reach

You been on the bench I got mud on my cleats

Out in California in the hills not the beach

She fuckin' with the campaign she know the whole speech

Shorty so divine so fine so flawless

She give me the eyes lookin' like Mia Wallace

Fifteen hundred on the inside of my wallet

If you seen us comin' know that we been livin' lawless

Yeah the meter runnin' in the cab 'cuz I hauled it

Yeah the situation lookin bad but I solved it

Prayin' for the homies with a case callin' Saul shit

When adversity was in my face I never saw shit

Killin' all these sheep and all your GOATs to make the parchment

Dip the quill into they blood that's what I write the bars with

All it took's a hit of bud we ridin' in a starship

Throwin' up gang signs a different kind of carsick

Goin' up hang time enough to make you nauseous

Growin up gang ties turned us to some bosses

Y'all was on the safe side stayin' hella cautious

Luck I had to make mine and overcame my losses

Yeah, overcame my losses

Bossed up, turned us to some bosses

Yeah

Turned us to some bosses

Yeah