Pull Up - Don Q, Dave East, G Herbo

Where you from?

We gon' pull on niggas

alone, ain’t nobody had to put me on nigga

I got my foot up on niggas, I hear 'em takin' the lingo (takin' the lingo)

My trap phone helped me get that designer before I was breakin' a single

My racks long, remember a nigga was literally breakin' a single (literally

breakin' a single)

You know that yay gettin' mangled nigga, I hold that K at an angle

I gotta feed the team, you know I give the blueprint to my niggas (give the

blueprint to my niggas)

Watch how I flee the scene, I got 2 bitches inside of the Fisker

Who you think gave the ingredients?

I am the one with seasonin' (the one with

seasonin')

Yeah, my ego I’m feedin' it (feedin' it), I hope you niggas obedient (obedient)

Yeah, look a demon in his eyes, you’ll never know what you see in it (you'll

never know what you see)

Yeah, I pull up speedin' in the ride, no it don’t come with a key in it (no it

don’t come with a key)

Yeah, but I smell like a ki in it, yeah, I look fresh off the border (fresh off

the border)

Duckin' the feds and recorders (feds and recorders), you know I rest with the

Taurus (you know I rest with the)

I keep some ice on my neck, I gotta stay with my head above water

Yeah, I’m mixin' Sprite with the Tech, constantly poppin' the meds that I

ordered, yeah

(Talk to 'em) Where you from?

We gon' pull on niggas (we pullin up whatever

nigga you already know)

Where you from?

We gon' pull on niggas (walkin' at the mall and shit)

Where you from?

We gon' pull on niggas (fly shit, a true thug nigga,

tricked out bitch)

I was in the trenches, believe me

But I was blessed and finessed, so I make it look easy

Nah but this shit wasn’t easy

I was in a shoot-out, I’m talkin' to Nicki, got flew out

I was right next to Weezy

And I gotta clutch when I meet you (when I meet you)

Might have my .40 to greet you (greet you)

Kept that lil shake like a seizure

I’ll go to New York, interview at Thisis50, and run up a 50 ball

Landed at Kennedy, no we couldn’t fly with the blicky, ay dog, we need one of

y’alls

Ain’t got no enemies, fuck it still gotta keep it with me, might run into one

of y’alls

Want smoke at this show, we gon' shoot this bitch and you know might as well

don’t even come at all

I been that nigga, turnt up my flex as a youngin', you know me and somersault

Come put that shit up, at least a whole when you hit us, we flip it,

no somersault

I fucked that shit up

Ran through a sack with my niggas, we here for a bunch of raw (yeah)

Ain’t give no fuck I was tryna get fly, charged my cousin 8K for a hundred balls

When Fazo died and they pulled Zell over, he was like, «Fuck the law»

Pullin' up with freshman, they like, «Herbo, you a fuckin' dog»

Charmed all my teachers, shootin' dice in P. E, cheerleaders, fucked 'em all

(you know this shit)

Still might get a C-D, 'fore I made a CD, I ain’t give a fuck at all

Still in Chiraq with the GDs, yeah with the BDs, yeah I fuck with 'em all

Honestly I don’t give a fuck where you from, what you is, fuck with me then you

fuck with the wrong

Honestly I’ma just stop let you think 'bout your next move

You don’t wanna leave your momma 'n 'em lonely

I’ma just aim at your top, give a fuck what the vest do

Any day you just come run up on me

(Talk to 'em) Where you from?

We gon' pull on niggas (we pullin' up whatever,

nigga you already know)

Where you from?

We gon' pull on niggas (walkin' at the mall and shit)

Where you from?

We gon' pull on niggas (fly shit, a true thug nigga,

tricked out bitch)

I just went got me a Coupe, fuck that single shit went got me a group

Glock kick like BlocBoy when it shoot

Your family won’t know til it come on the news

I pop me one of them blues, all in my locker, my gun up in school (gun up in)

I’m in a good mood, I ain’t wanna be rude (naw)

Just look at these rappers, you wanna see food

Listen, before the booth I was goin' through it in the kitchen

Tyson on the roof, I was lookin' for a pigeon

Givenchy to the shoes, first day up outta prison

She seen the roof dippin',

Since nigga did Hpnotiq, foreign shit gettin' it, and I’m lookin' like bin Laden

Just wait to till the price change, you think I ice skate, this ain’t no hockey

we play slidin'

Gelato, too I gotta Zip-Lock it, my money grew up you got kid pockets

The coke is A-1, call it Len Bias, tryna, emoji send fire (fire)

I treat the back of the like a studio, your bitches give me a mic test

Just come to mansion, you see all these ghosts and these phantoms,

she lookin' like Fright Fest

When I used to sip, it was just pineapple Fanta and Sprite left

Just work on your aim, if you a dependable hitter that’s gon' be a nice check

Balmain got me rockin' these white sweats

They match the Off-Whites with the Nik' ckecks

Ass bettin' that’s a dice death, I see my future through the Pyrex

(Tell 'em) Where you from?

We gon' pull on niggas

Where you from?

We gon' pull on niggas

Where you from?

We gon' pull on niggas