(Oh oh oh oh oh oh) And if the riptide comes to get me me And pulls me me under, it won't upset me me, I'll go down I'll throw the white flag of surrender Knock me me down, not forever, just for now Not forever, just for now Oh, something's gotta happen Something's

I've been on on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now I ain't used to get it but I got it now You can't tell me me shit, tell me me nothin' Anything I want, I pull pull up in Two joints, that's double homicide Cop one for you and your friends Rolling papers two

Put you're lighters up up if you want to Pull Pull you're motherfucking dodger caps over you're motherfucking eyes Till you can't see shit I want you to go blind nigga So you can feel how I felt when I was in that motherfucking coma Raised in the city of angels

He don't be fuckin' you like I be fuckin' you He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable You know, shawty, you know All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time I'mma pull pull up on on you fourth quarter when it's crunch time And you know, and you know You

We gon' pull pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on on blue Balenciagas Up Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave

Together we're invincible And tonight we can truly say And during the struggle They will pull pull us down Turn things around But please, please let's use this chance to Follow through Make our dreams come true Don't give up up the fight

Confined to pull-out quotes and hotel rooms We've all made petty fortunes but we can't afford a life They all scream California and its toppling empire All we are is entertainment Caught up up in our own derangement Tell us what to say and what to do All we

Oh, girl, you know it's on (oh yeah) I came here to slay shit (yeah, yeah) All night I'ma work the grave-shift (Lord, Lord) These drugs I'm on, they ain't nothing to play with (sky high) I can't feel my face, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) When I pull pull up on on ya

Pull Pull up in that Bentley GT Skrrt, skrrt, beep, beep I'ma go down eat, eat Ride them chi chis Know I'ma skeet, skeet (all in it) Got me me on on repeat, bitch wanna freak me me Girl, I know you ain't from 'round here Shut up, shut up, make you cum easy Make you cum

I got my top down on on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on on cause I'm bent She roll it up up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up up Fuck with the squad and throw it up up I got my top down, speakers bump See me me when I pull pull it up up Gucci bag