Axl
Straight facts, no cap
Back then, never had no waps
Just a f#ck-off shank and a {?}, like-
Now, we just pull up on smoke
Axl
Straight facts, no cap
Axl
Back then, never had no waps
Just a f#ck-off shank and a {?}, like-
Now, we just pull up on smoke
If i slap this pole, then i got me a-
Everyone’s drillin’, everyone’s winnin’ (how?)
It’s all confusin
Most of the guys in prison
But we still drillin’, finesse these bootings (bow)
Talk about score, you’re losin’
Bro got the drop on an opp, that’s lovely
Pissed that he never got duppied, lucky
Team too raw like mucky (raw)
Woody road, home of the drillers
Brooms and spinners, jump out the ride
Like, who’s that n#gg#? boot that n#gg#
She heard that the gang on violence
Sideman, ain’t gonna choose that n#gg#
I love when the gang go sliding
Come back pissed if you lose that n#gg#
Talk ’bout trap, i’m trapped in the system
Bando’s cashin’ smoke
Ain’t killed no one but i’m trying
I need a new pack, ‘cah these packs come old
More time, we slide with smoke
More time, i stay with the knife
Heard these opp n#gg#s want my soul
But i can’t go, i ain’t paying that price
And i just caught a case, i’m pissed
Out on bail like i should’ve been in
He got whacked and he got chinged
But it should’ve been him
Still putting food in cling
Pissed if you stop this car, spin that block
Or slap it in r
Pissed if you stop this car, spin that block
Or slap it in r
Straight facts, no cap
Back then, never had no waps
Just a f#ck-off shank and a {?}
Like, can we just get this cab?
Now, we just pull up on smoke
If i slap this pole, then i got me a pack
Now, we just pull up on smoke
If i slap this pole, then i got me a pack
Straight facts, no cap
Back then, never had no waps
Just a f#ck-off shank and a {?}
Like, can we just get this cab?
Now, we just pull up on smoke
If i slap this pole, then i got me a pack
Now, we just pull up on smoke
If i slap this pole, then i got me a pack
Give a f#ck ’bout drippin’ in sauce
Tryna leave man drippin’, of course
How can i talk in the station?
Outrageous, i’m dealin’ with courts
Give me a reason to fill up this 4s
Talk ’bout scores, concedin’
Misleadin’, they ain’t winnin’ this war
Pissed that they took my friends
It hurts my head, 23 like jordans
Sneak isn’t bad for your health
Catch that shell, you ain’t seein’ the morning
It’s peak when the mandem lurk
Come like purge, we don’t know what the law is
And, how can trapping be dead
When i’m wrapping these pebs and these fiends be callin’?
Pissed that we lost that gauge
‘cah the opps didn’t feel no corn
Same time, pissed that i lost my mates
‘cah they’re lookin’ at years in court
Get ’round there for the cause
That’s hammers and swords
Things in the ride, we brang it, of course
Talk on the net, get the maddest of thoughts
Free blackz, tinez, dazzy
Can’t forget natty
Bruck-down vehicle, holding them things in a blacked-out trackie
Oi, still pull out with skeng, that’s m
Better leave your friends
They run when the gaza’s comin’
Stand your ground and it soon get ments
Straight facts, no cap
Back then, never had no waps
Just a f#ck-off shank and a {?}
Like, can we just get this cab?
Now, we just pull up on smoke
If i slap this pole, then i got me a pack
Now, we just pull up on smoke
If i slap this pole, then i got me a pack
Straight facts, no cap
Back then, never had no waps
Just a f#ck-off shank and a {?}
Like, can we just get this cab?
Now, we just pull up on smoke
If i slap this pole, then i got me a pack
Now, we just pull up on smoke
If i slap this pole, then i got me a pack
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YB Gaza Lyrics – Pull Up