[Intro: Rich Homie Quan
We ’bout to pull up
Who you pulling up with Rich Homie?
I’m talkin’ ’bout that’s my mo’f**in’ brother
Let’s go, let’s go!
[Hook: Both]
Magic City, Follies, b**hes wildin’, make me pull up
Molly cleaner than a stylist, plus I pulled up
If a n***a come around talkin’ ’bout me
Best believe my n***as gon’ pull up
Chopper dancin’, it gon’ make your b**h a** pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
Next thing you know a n***a pulled up
Next thing you know a n***a pulled up
Next thing you know a n***a pulled up
Next thing you know a n***a pulled up
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Pull up on a n***a in a new car
Then I might pull up on ‘em in their boo car
f** one, I’ma pull up with two Glocks
Still throwin’ money in the shoebox
Still got hoes on the south side
Offset, 24’s make it low ride
Talk sh**, I shoot out both eyes
I’ve done did a lot of sh** they don’t know about
Me and Thugga, and we got a hunna b**hes on the way
I got brothers who grew up in them trenches without a thang
Without my name, I wouldn’t be sh**, that’s why they’re hatin’
(Rich Homie) Thank you Lord, I made it
And when it come to strip club, my favorite
[Hook: Both]
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’ma hit it from the back
I’ma pull up on a n***a with a b**h, p**y wetter than a lake
Young Quan got a n***a’s b**h
Clamped to the seat in the back of the new car, no pay
Got more loud than a parade
No copy but her face I paste
Hoes fight [?] like a race
Chop a n***a in, body 3, no way
Young n***a, diamond yellow like I go to maize
[?] I’m paid [?]
Skeet skeet skeet (nut in your face)
Swear to God I think a blunt came with my shoes
(That’s the way they lay laced)
Get the f** out my face and pull up to
[Hook: Both]
[Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan and Young Thug]
I don’t know none of these n***as
All my n***as, they battle, best believe they’ll (pull up, pull up)
And I ain’t even stunt a little bit
But if she want dick, best believe I’ma (pull up, pull up)
And I’ma pull up in the latest Bentley
With your lady with me, make her mini skirt (pull up, pull up)
I’ma try to make it hurt (pull up, pull up)
Lebron at the baseline (pull up, pull up)
I don’t know none of these people
I don’t know none of these people
I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know, I don’t know
Gotta check my side, how you feel Thug?
And I swear I don’t know nothin’ ’bout these n***as
Know nothin’ ’bout these b**hes, nah