K. Swisha - Pull up lyrics

[Hook: Yo Gotti] Pull up to the trap Peekin' out the peephole Give you two shots Like I'm shootin' free throws Cubans on my neck That's a lot of kilos Pack touch down So now I'm on reload Pull up to the trap, (Pull up) Peekin' out the peephole, (Who that?) Give you two shots, (Bow bow) Like I'm shootin' free, throws (Ha) Cubans on my neck, (Cubans) That's a lot of kilos, (Kilos) Pack touch down, (It's here) So now I'm on reload, (Reload) [Verse 1: MoneyBagg Yo] (Federal, federal, fed, uh, uh, uh, 2 fed Federal, federal, federal) Pull up in my trap car Hit the trap house dishin' that dope out Hop out with that stick out Please don't trip out I might flip out I know a Cuban he don't speak english I need a translator (I need some better talk!) Give me whatever I need Uncle Sammy Told me to pay him later (Throw that shine yeah n***a) I heard the car pull up outside I look at the blindfold (Who that? Who that?) Yeah my stupid a** baby mama Think I'm in here with side hoes (Stupid b**h!) b**h I'm in here with nine bows, (Right now!) [?], (Right now!) You make a scene causing commotion Trying to give me some time hoe? (What you twelve or something?) Walk in your trap and take over your trap feel like Bankroll (Fresh!) Come and take your sh** repo, (Give me that!) Make you take a sh** [?] Hey, hey! I'm so ahead of them check out my schedule Gotti and MoneyBagg oh that's 2Federal f** what they talking 'bout I'm running up revenue Go do the same, that's what you better do [Hook: Yo Gotti] Pull up to the trap Peekin' out the peephole Give you two shots Like I'm shootin' free throws Cubans on my neck That's a lot of kilos Pack touch down So now I'm on reload Pullin' out the trap, (Pull up) Peekin' out the peephole, (Who that?) Give you two shots, (Bow bow) Like I'm shootin' free throws, (Ha) Cubans on my neck, (Cubans) That's a lot of kilos, (Kilos) Pack touch down, (It's here) So now I'm on reload [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] MoneyBagg and Gotti, (2Federal) I'ts like we got the cheat codes, (Yup) We talk no more gangster sh** and get money with chicos, (Chicos) CMG the label And we distribute kilos, (Kilos) And we'll spend your money, (On what?) On foreign cars with two doors, (Ugh) I'm 2Federal a n***a talkin' sh** [?] You a little hater fit your carriage carriage I'll f** around and embarra** you Hold up listen Tell a n***a I made 20 million would you believe me? Young n***a told me made 100,000 [?], (I believe him) I was trap or die Get rich or die trapping, (What else?) Before I made c**aine music fire, (What else?) Ran off on the plug with seventy five, (What else?) I was robbing n***as runnin' with the gas (Young n***a grindin' trying to get a nap) Where the pints at? Everybody telling me to drop this sh** now The streets dry [Hook: Yo Gotti] Pull up to the trap, (Pull up) Peekin' out the peephole, (Who that?) Give you two shots, (Bow bow) Like I'm shootin' free, throws (Ha) Cubans on my neck, (Cubans) That's a lot of kilos, (Kilos) Pack touch down, (It's here) So now I'm on reload, (Reload) Pull up to the trap, (Pull up) Peekin' out the peephole, (Who that?) Give you two shots, (Bow bow) Like I'm shootin' free throws, (Ha) Cubans on my neck, (Cubans) That's a lot of kilos, (Kilos) Pack touch down, (It's here) So now I'm on reload