The Pull Out (feat. Dxrk Jay & B$)

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Yeah, like covid , the city on lock She said I'm a dick when I'm Rockin' these shoes
So I made sure I tighten the nots
We shut shit down and we go' For a walk
I said, baby, you must want my Cock
Haha i ain't even playin!
The night sky was fallin
But we didn't know the time
I said, baby, it's like eleven
Shit, I got eleven left to shine
Make a wish!
And the last time that I opened Up
That shit was so hard to find
Cyphon!
I just need a siphon
Cause the water bringing out er Eyes
Baby, let's just do the dash
Pick a restaurant and dine
Pain to the anger
Friends to the lovers
Next day we strangers
Side hoe blew my cover
Talkin' bout the pull out cuz I Don't carry rubbers,
Gotta stop all this swearing
Bitch, I speak fluent trucker
Man, you're goin' back to Connor
Man, I guess you wont recover
Red Rover, Red Rover
Man, you showed your true Colors
F*ck the guy Chase
I'm not talkin' bout the dog
In his mind, he can't patrol
And his fist, hit like paws
BabyTron, but I got no bon
BLP, call that Mazel Tron
Some shitty boys no dog shit, Militia
Pull up the Cali
And I'm flexin' the wrist up
Pain to the anger
Friends to the lovers
Next day we strangers
Sato blew my cover
Talkin' bout the pull out cuz I don't carry Rubber's gotta stop, all this swearing
Bitch, I speak fluent trucker
Man, I gotta get the money
Gotta run that shit the f*ck up
You don't got no money in your bank
So shut the f*ck up
Thumbin' through the cash
I'm a rich asshole
I ain't fuckin' with that bitch
She fuckin' up the cash flow
You can't walk inside the crib
Bitch you gon' need a passcode
I'ma dive inside the pussy
Man, I did a backstroke
Baby tweakin' on the beat
Brodie really did his diddy bop
Shot him in the stomach
Self-surprising, now his kidney Stopped
F*ck school,
Man I swear that class isn't fair
He was gaspin' for -
Now his ass in the air
I was stuck in them trenches
I remember bein' broke
What you know bout washin' up
And you ain't even use soap
We ain't have it
People said I was a bad kid
You said I always had it all
But I ain't never had shit
How'd that work
Huh
How'd that..
How'd that work
I ain't hang up
If you try to trap me, swear to God I got my thing tucked
Remember bein' broke
When you broke, man, that shit funny
D-R-K
Man, we grind and we get money
You know what? F*ck this beat
F*ck this shit
Hold up real quick
Yeah, I just need to change the Beat real quick
Hold up
Hey, get on this shit
Damn
We gettin' groovy
I get the bands, don't bitch, I won't fumble
You get the bands and you run and you tumble
Came with the rocket, I came with the trouble
Yeah, we be teamin', we hittin' the double
We came with the cash and we came with the duffle
I got me a Glock with a switch and a muzzle
She said she love me, whatever that mean
She must be carti, cause bitch, she a fiend
It's red and denim right under my jeans
She must be Drake, cause she wants it, she needs
She got Chanel on her back
I got her back
The A from the back, back to back
Damn
You wearin' this shit, but it still got a tag
What
Yeah
I'm using both hands to count all these bands
You wanna feature, just ask in advance choppa go blow up his mans
Bitch, I got a stick, I don't need a can
We triple and double and do it again
Yeah

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