PULL UP (part. Lil Joujou)
Kar beats
Yecko on the beat
Loco, humilde y real, baby (prr, prr)
Grr
Ah (ah-ah), yeah
Jon z, man
Yeah-eh-eh-eh (ah-ah-ah-ah, dímelo, joujou)
Yeah-eh-eh-eh (yeah-eh-eh-eh)
Ah-ah-ah-ah (ah, ah-ah-ah), ey, yeah, eh (what?)
Dime, yecko, ey
Dime, kar beats, eh (ra-pa-pa)
Yeah, yeah, this is joujou, yeah, ah (ah, yeah, ah)
Par de cabrone' no creyeron en mí, por eso we pull up, ey, yeah (we pull up)
Llegamos con diez cabrone' montao' en el Benz, eh, yeah (yeah)
Toa' las babie' que me chingo, yo les doy un ten, yeah
Saben que cuando entramo', we make pussy dance, yeah
Si hay problema' en la disco, we gon' blam, brr
No creían en mí y les callé la boca
Yo confié en mí, ahora tengo la corta
No me soportan, pero, ¿qué importa?
Lo que a ustede' le' falta, todo eso a mí me sobra
Casa', carro', prenda', rollie, ticket'
Benz, rarri, ghini, Porsche, bitches
Chrome hearts, Gucci, Louis, Nike, yeezys
Soy cultura como kanye y weezy
Ja, we pull up
Las barra' que tiro son versículo' (gang)
Antes decían que era un ridículo (gang)
Ahora quieren estar en mi círculo
Antes me decían que no iba pa' ningún la'o
Que yo era un bacalao, que me iba a quedar pela'o
Pero me motivaron y los dejé a to's callao'
Ahora están arrepentido' de no haberme apoya'o
Eso pasa a lo' envuelve masa'
A los cara de pasa', no los quiero en casa
Si me amenazan, el ak los traspasa
Lírica bellaca, manito, escasa
Fumando melaza, en mis pies tengo la grasa
Jon sobrepasa, manín, tú fracasa'
Lo' hater' atrasan, lo negativo atrasa
Por eso me alejé de toda la gente guasa-guasa (sheesh)
Soy un ídolo
Las barra' que tiro son versículo'
Antes decían que era un ridículo (gang)
Ahora quieren estar en mi círculo, yeah
Par de cabrone' no creyeron en mí, por eso we pull up (ah)
Llegamo' con par de babie' slide en el Porsche, yeah (skrrt)
Toa' las babie' que me chingo, les doy un ten (ah)
Saben que cuando entramo', we make pussy squirt
Brr, yeah, salimo' de la 65, flow debajo 'el agua, ornitorrinco (pah)
Las babie' llaman y yo se lo afinco (uh)
00983, cabrón, capea el zipcode (sí)
To' los palo' de carola son extendo o son micro (pah)
Ey, salí con los diamonds, llego con los diente' hecho'
Crome heart fit, cabrón, no sabe' de eso (yeah)
Tenemos diez bitches en el vip, sin problema' nos bajan el queso, ey, yeah
Si tienen problema', i pull up my Glock 39 y te dejamo' tieso (pah, pah)
Cabrón, estoy línea en la calle y a nadie le debo un peso
Yeah, apostamo' en bricks y no en el casino
Fumamo' white window como jamaiquino
Dos botella' de henny, i don't fuck with vino (ah)
Tenemo' una movie, no es de tarantino (ah-ah-ah), bitch, yeah
Ando con kar beats, yo me monté en el whip and we spinnin' the block (skrrt), yeah-yeah
Me gané el respeto de la calle joseando, ustede' suckin' cock, bitch (man, fuck these niggas, man)
Yo me gané el respeto de la calle (ah, yeah)
Ustede' son suckin' cock, niggas (fuck these niggas, for real, for real)
Sin mamar (brr)
Ey, por mi humildad (yeah)
We pull up, ey (yah)
Jon z, man
Llegamo' con par de babie' slide en el Porsche, yeah, yeah (skrrt)
Toa' las babie' que me chingo, yo les doy un ten, yeah (ah)
Saben que cuando entramo', we make pussy squirt (ah, ih)
Si hay problema' en la disco, we gon'—
Jon z, man
Lil joujou
Loco, humilde y real, baby
Trra
Duran the coach
Dímelo, yecko
Kar beats
Suu
Yeah, yeah, yeah
PULL UP (feat. Lil Joujou)
Kar beats
Yecko on the beat
Crazy, humble, and real, baby (prr, prr)
Grr
Ah (ah-ah), yeah
Jon z, man
Yeah-eh-eh-eh (ah-ah-ah-ah, tell me, joujou)
Yeah-eh-eh-eh (yeah-eh-eh-eh)
Ah-ah-ah-ah (ah, ah-ah-ah), ey, yeah, eh (what?)
Tell me, yecko, ey
Tell me, kar beats, eh (ra-pa-pa)
Yeah, yeah, this is joujou, yeah, ah (ah, yeah, ah)
A couple of fools didn’t believe in me, that’s why we pull up, ey, yeah (we pull up)
We showed up with ten fools riding in the Benz, eh, yeah (yeah)
All the girls I hook up with, I give them a ten, yeah
They know that when we roll in, we make the girls dance, yeah
If there’s trouble in the club, we gon' blast, brr
They didn’t believe in me and I shut them up
I believed in myself, now I got the heat
They can’t stand me, but who cares?
What you lack, I got in spades
Houses, cars, jewelry, Rollies, tickets
Benz, Rari, Ghini, Porsche, bitches
Chrome hearts, Gucci, Louis, Nike, Yeezys
I’m culture like Kanye and Weezy
Ha, we pull up
The bars I spit are verses (gang)
They used to say I was a joke (gang)
Now they wanna be in my circle
They used to say I wouldn’t go anywhere
That I was a loser, that I’d end up broke
But they motivated me and I left them all quiet
Now they regret not supporting me
That happens to those who get wrapped up
To the fake faces, I don’t want them at my place
If they threaten me, the AK will pass through them
Raunchy lyrics, bro, scarce
Smoking that sticky, got the weight on my feet
Jon surpasses, bro, you fail
The haters hold me back, the negativity slows me down
That’s why I distanced myself from all the fake people (sheesh)
I’m an idol
The bars I spit are verses
They used to say I was a joke (gang)
Now they wanna be in my circle, yeah
A couple of fools didn’t believe in me, that’s why we pull up (ah)
We showed up with a couple of girls sliding in the Porsche, yeah (skrrt)
All the girls I hook up with, I give them a ten (ah)
They know that when we roll in, we make the girls squirt
Brr, yeah, we came from 65, flow underwater, platypus (pah)
The girls call and I lay it down (uh)
00983, bro, hit the zipcode (yeah)
All the car guns are extended or micro (pah)
Ey, I came out with the diamonds, showing off my grill
Chrome heart fit, bro, you don’t know about that (yeah)
We got ten bitches in the VIP, no problem, they drop the cheese, ey, yeah
If there’s a problem, I pull up my Glock 39 and leave you stiff (pah, pah)
Bro, I’m on the grind in the streets and I owe no one a dime
Yeah, we bet on bricks, not in the casino
We smoke white widow like Jamaicans
Two bottles of Henny, I don’t fuck with wine (ah)
We got a movie, it’s not Tarantino (ah-ah-ah), bitch, yeah
Rolling with kar beats, I hopped in the whip and we spinning the block (skrrt), yeah-yeah
I earned the respect of the streets hustling, you’re just sucking cock, bitch (man, fuck these dudes, man)
I earned the respect of the streets (ah, yeah)
You’re just sucking cock, niggas (fuck these dudes, for real, for real)
No cap (brr)
Ey, for my humility (yeah)
We pull up, ey (yah)
Jon z, man
We showed up with a couple of girls sliding in the Porsche, yeah, yeah (skrrt)
All the girls I hook up with, I give them a ten, yeah (ah)
They know that when we roll in, we make the girls squirt (ah, ih)
If there’s trouble in the club, we gon'—
Jon z, man
Lil joujou
Crazy, humble, and real, baby
Trra
Duran the coach
Tell me, yecko
Kar beats
Suu
Yeah, yeah, yeah