Pull Over Lyrics

I'm not the type, I'm not the type to fuckin' pull over

But bitch, I'm the type to crash my whip And then say fuck it, just give me the Rover

Like when in the fuck dis JaZ get pressed? We stand on, we never been posers

Niggas is hoes they ain't on shit my twin hittin plays on his Motorola

Brand new Drac and this bitch got a stock on it

I might get Amiri and put my new glock on it

I been spinnin for months, the fuck is y'all at

You can't hide forever, we gettin' that drop on it

Oh my God, Goddamn

I'm blacking out I can't feel my face

It's Chrome all over my motherfuckin' body

Bitch, I'm early trim, I LV'd the waist

I'm not gettin' even, bitch, I'm gettin' back I'm runnin' the table and shootin' his face

I'm fuckin' this bitch, so motherfuckin crazy

She wanna be cuffed she want first place

Me and the gang, we too locked in I'm not sayin' shit, we thinkin' the same

Bitch, I'm in the club with all of my Jewelry I'm darin' a nigga to reach for this chain

Bitch, I'm on the block, gorillas & apes I feel like the king of the motherfuckin' jungle

I'm really apex these niggas is prey

Bitch, I got a stick that's bigger than me

Talk out his neck, we gettin' him baked If I go huntin', you better not sleep

My shooters is BRAZY, can't be tamed

Cause I'm not the type

I'm not the type, I'm not the type to fuckin' pull over

But bitch, I'm the type to crash my whip And then say fuck it, just give me the Rover

Like when in the fuck dis JaZ get pressed? We stand on, we never been posers

Niggas is hoes they ain't on shit my twin hittin plays on his Motorola