bezz believe – pull up lyrics
[intro: bezz believe and mook boy]
where you going?
mook boy fly goon
gg
bezz believe on the same track
g’dog, no seatbelts, pull up on ’em
no brakes, rock it
awwww
[bridge]
pull up skrrt
i hustle i grind i work
fly from my shoes to my shirt
pull up skrrt
blowing on a pound fulla purp
cell phone steady on chirp
pull up skrrt
all my dogs way too turnt, all my dogs way too turnt
pull up skrrt
sitting up high in the vert
meet me outside with the work
[hook]
i’m bout to
pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
(x4)
[verse 1: bezz believe]
money in the bank, money in the wall
got me a good accountant to keep me outta trouble from the law
pretty boy fly tattoos everywhere that motherf-cker name bezz is something you never saw
way too raw, way too real
at the age of 23 i made my first mill
i remember when i used to be a sucker for these hoes
but nowadays just netflix and chill
girl they call me the hustle king
i leave the money counter sounding like a drum machine
on the block with that dikembe mutombo finger
i’m the reason lil mama caught jungle fever
never heard about you ain’t f-cking with ya, we straight
all gas, full speed no brakes
only cracker in the city that has enough sauce to get mook boy on a legal lean mixtape
[bridge]
pull up skrrt
i hustle i grind i work
fly from my shoes to my shirt
pull up skrrt
blowing on a pound fulla purp
cell phone steady on chirp
pull up skrrt
all my dogs way too turnt, all my dogs way too turnt
pull up skrrt
sitting up high in the vert
meet me outside with the work
[hook]
i’m bout to
pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
(x4)
[verse 2: mook boy]
i’m taking away every category like jeopardy
i drop a mixtape your career gonna be in jeopardy
huracán lamborghini floor mats leopard
riding real slow through the project flexin’
i do this for my n-ggas that ain’t ever had sh-t
hola mamita mi amor mucho bricks
hola mamita mi amor pretty b-tch
i pull a mp5 with my juvy in the seats
i hop back in traffic my top back in traffic
roll up my window put back on my gl-sses
the f-ck is you laughing?
too broke to be playin’
my att-tude pompous
i pull up and answer
i pull up conceited
my coupe came keyless
my b-tch with no panties
and my weed came seedless
that b-tch want a boss n-gga my pockets on popeye
my stash of weed is mook boy, bezz believe
[bridge]
pull up skrrt
i hustle i grind i work
fly from my shoes to my shirt
pull up skrrt
blowing on a pound fulla purp
cell phone steady on chirp
pull up skrrt
all my dogs way too turnt, all my dogs way too turnt
pull up skrrt
sitting up high in the vert
meet me outside with the work
[hook]
i’m bout to
pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up
(x4)
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