pullin' up (interlude)
tink
came in to this job with a metal under my skirt
still thuggin' and keep cappin'
had to put it down when i went up a tax bracket but
in person niggas is not 'bout it
it's easy to get to 'em like the community college
big black suburbans movin' out through your cities
big enough for the cheese and poppin' up like it's philly
big black machines get wet as a submarine
you fuck with the wrong one
they cook ya like jimmy dean
cookin' up for my nigga while checkin' the weather show
blowin' at all these bitches so tell 'em to pack a coat
they tell me my shit ain't dope
ain't feelin' any of you niggas
let the fuckin' record play
tell them bitches i get back another day
they ain't feedin' me or givin' me a check
shit i ain't gotta mingle or show 'em respect
these bitches ain't tough
how you gon' keep up with the shoes that i wore last year?
how you gon' survive when this shit is 9 to 5
and you slippin' out of bounds
you ain't seein' my lines
these niggas they get comfy
running with all these niggas a little rusty
i'm pimpin' the whole biz
i'm movin' these bitch's jack to the back like a sew in
and when i get on the beat you can label it a goner
read over this shit and it's bluffs like eric gardner
you thinkin' this shit a game
i'm pullin' up on you now
i've never seen anything like this before
i'm pullin' up on you now
i'm pullin' up on you now
where does this aggression come from i have to ask?
i hate when people say it's aggression
a lot of times you know i'm just flexin' for my haters
because those are your biggest admirers
i'm not mad at anyone you know
that's what these bitches don't like