Yunsik - Pull Up Lyrics

Yea we instigating panic, dealing, do the f*cking damage
Hide this pack under the mattress, keep the handgun at a vantage
Boom click bow, all you motherf*ckers hit the ground
This a hold up, hand to me the holy crown
Bitch for riches, get explicit, might just pay this snitch a visit
Might just spray a f*ckin witness, better pray that you gon miss it
Always down, all my homies always down to run around
F*ck around and run this town, there ain't no dogs up in this pound
Only ogres in this spot, only yoga make it hot
Make this bitch do a flip, it's just a f*cking passing thought
Pass a thot, throw these shots, make these bitches call the cops
I got rocks up in my sock, pull up, pulling out my glock

Pull up, pulling out my glock, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pulling out my glock, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pulling out my glock, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pulling out my glock, pull up, pulling out my glock

Ain't a banger, but I'm with the steez
Faze these emcees in a breeze
On your knees, time to pay your f*cking fees
Time to pay the f*cking price, time to pray that God don't smite
Time to execute the dice, luck will never lead my life
Take ahold of the script, light it up with the spliff
Time for ogres and shit, time for Gods to f*cking spit
Time to rise up out the pit like fallen angels and shit
Get rich or die trying, that's the motto that is
This is war, this is what we're fighting for
There's no honor in blood, so at the core
We're just fighting cause we're bored
But for the Lord, we'll wield our swords
To show these heathens that there's more
To life than weapons and war

Pull up, pulling out my glock, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pulling out my glock, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pulling out my glock, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pulling out my glock, pull up, pulling out my glock

F*ck it, imma f*ck it up
F*ck with me I'll f*ck you up
Leanin' off this double cup
Leave you with a ruptured gut
Kids gon' die like busted nuts
Load the Dutch and smoke it up
Ain't done shit, ain't none of us
Snitch get ditched, no comfort cause
These fakes always in my face
Tryna come up, eh?
Run up with your gun up, you get done up, you get laid to waste
One to your face, two take no chances with fate
If that body goes missin', check the bottom of the lake
Empty clips like offices on holidays
Nowadays hollow tips are all the rage
Cock it, lock it, load it up and then engage
Pierced through your ears and shattered shrapnel in your brain

Pull up, pulling out my glock, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pulling out my glock, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pulling out my glock, pull up, pull up
Pull up, pulling out my glock, pull up, pulling out my glock