Jim Jones - Pull Up lyrics

[Hook] Pull up with a hunnit n***as Smelling like a lot of weed Pocket full of hunnit beans We them n***as on the scene We been them n***as with hunnit n***as Smelling like a lot of weed Pocket full of hunnit beans We them n***as on the scene We been them n***as [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Still running around like a hunnit deep f** you think, ain't nothing sweet Might fly to your town, then fly n***as down, then come to your block like a hunnit deep All black truck, guns in the jeep Loft Miami straight from the beach Might ? liquor, get something to eat A n***a do trip, give him something to keep New York n***a don't play that 2 door with the seat way back (Facts) n***a due owed better pay that These n***as right here want pay back When I had the braids going straight back I was straight gang banging like A wack Now my wrist all rocky like A$AP You about that life then say that Shouts to my n***as in Ksack Some come home, n***a some go straight back My n***a side ? did 8, came home n***a like "Yo where the cake at?" n***as wanna trip, then we hit em with the clip, and we shoot a n***a up like take that, take that, take that Like Diddy voice in 94' we ? [Hook] [Verse 2] A hunnit deep looking like a stampede Who you muggin' n***a? You don't do a damn thing Touch one n***a get your whole head knocked off Big blunt got me smelling like hot sauce Pocket full of money I feel like a teller Slide in a b**h I'm stepping on Marcellos Step on a scene got these n***as all jealous Whole team fresh like a pack of gum Hunnit n***as yes that's a hunnit guns A hunnit funerals, that's a hunnit nuns Touch Capo get a shot to the head Touch ? Feel your a** up with lead Touch Greezy we'll leave your a** sleep Yeah we them n***as that's up on the scene Got n***as watching you, watching with beams Vamp life, all you f** n***as in dreams Freddy on the beat I'm a nightmare n***a A hunnit deep so don't fight that n***a If I don't got my gun, got my knife here n***a So don't f** around, lose your life here n***a Up in the club we mobbin' with Zoe's Miami vamps you know how it goes Fresh as f** we bring the cameras out [Hook] [Verse 3] These n***as be fraudulent and these b**hes be faking All my n***as not cases, but never made no statements I dropped out of them bandos I kept me some montaga When the night fall I switch cars, my garage look like acres I feel like Floyd when he in the ring Made a quarter mill with the Billie Jean Big 45 with the limousine Turn a n***a beef into chili cheese Keep my lungs full of collard greens But we on though by any means I need sprite and a pint of lean All broads get the Jimmy Dean Hit the block with a Glock, it's a rock, watch the ball like I'm in the league It's a blackout When I'm booked for a show it's a packed house I live that sh** y'all rap 'bout Get a bad b**h blow her back out You know a n***a bringing them stacks out Straight to the studio from the trap house Got my first rap check blew it all on a chain That's 20k on a n***a neck now [Hook]