Kid Ink - LA Leakers – Pull Up (Radio Rip) lyrics

[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