Pull Up Hop Out - WillThaRapper, Gucci Mane

What they like?

Nigga wanna fight?

Oh, woah

It’s WillThaRapper boy

Ay, ay, ay

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Pull up and hop out

Your bitch she on my dick, woah

I work out, and purp out

Her nigga mad as shit, so?

I told him pop out, and pull up

He say he wanna kill me, oh

Why he acting scary?

He got a 30, I knew he wouldn’t blow

It’s time to let these niggas know

Where I’m from, niggas killing over clothes

Them bitches trading up they goals for some dough

They’ll set a nigga up, set they niggas up, anyone they know

For a come up, get they funds up, to get any kind of dough

I only fuck bad bitches, not just any type of ho

Smoking strong all week, I don’t chief any type of dope

These niggas' traps ain’t on the map

They moving any type of dope

Selling crack stepped on like cracks

Junkies don’t even wanna smoke

Meet with the plug, take all the drugs

Then I leave him on a boat

There ain’t no 30 in this bubble

Just this nina in my coat

Always got that dick up in her, swear Selena jih ho

These bitches uppity as fuck

She ain’t green, she gotta go

That triple beam, it balance low

My diesel jeans, New Balance flow

Put my kids all on her lips, if that lil' bitch a childish ho

Disrespectful, I respect who? not nobody, not a soul

My money running like a nose, it’s like my pockets got a cold

A lot of dope, snottin' slow

I shoot 'til the chopper broke

She suck my dick, slob and stroke

But she say she not a ho

I don’t argue, fight, or fuss

I catch my nut then adios

Had to cancel all her plans

I bust all on her party clothes

Pull up and hop out

Your bitch she on my dick, woah

I work out, and purp out

Her nigga mad as shit, so?

I told that nigga pop out, and pull up

He say he wanna kill me, oh

Why he acting scary?

He got a 30, I knew he wouldn’t blow

And you know that I’ma blow

Young nigga walkin' 'round wit' a thirty

And my pockets fat, just like Big Shirley

Watch I step out on the scene

Looking clean as Listerine

Sippin dirty

And I ex out any problems

That just mean I’m clicking early

In my denim, I’m getting buried

In this money, like woah!

.40 with the thirty in it;

If you perp, I might blow

And they saying, «Will made it,»

But my name ain’t Mike, dho

Neck and wrist lookin' like a Lightshow

I see your ho

And then I…

Pull up and hop out

Your bitch she on my dick, woah

I work out, and purp out

Her nigga mad as shit, so?

I told him pop out, and pull up

He say he wanna kill me, oh

Why he acting scary?

He got a 30, I knew he wouldn’t blow