Pull Up to the Pitch Lyrics

Pull up to the pitch in a foreign whip

Box just like your bitch's, I'ma score in it

Francois baby, ain't no whore in it

Blow the whistle, I'm ignoring it

Hit me, I'm absorbing it

All my clothes exorbitant

His fire so performative

While baby, I was born in it

Pour it in

All up in my cup

Got your bitch up in the cut

You don't know me or what's up

I said, what the fuck is up

I don't need protection or a motherfucking hook

I just pulled your bitch and all I did was slip a look

Croqueta on the police, I'm a motherfucking crook

Pace on 99, so I won't ever catch the book

Yeah, what you want with Franny, he the one

Oh, that's your number one, yeah, he my son

You do it for the glory, I just do this shit for fun

Shades up on my face and they ain't never for the sun

Mercin' all these fools ain't talking gray cleats

Only hollow points is on the bottom of my AGs

They still want to spray me

Probably because their girlfriend want to play with me

I'm a god, nah, fuck it, I'm a deity

Taking shots like I'm flying into Haiti

Like I'm flying

Like I'm flying

Like I'm flying into Haiti