(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I tell em, "Pull up")
(I tell em, "Pull up")
(I tell em, "Pull up")
Look at, look at me now
Don't you wish you stayed down, yeah
Don't you wish you had a real one like me
To save you, so you don't drown
You fucking clown ass nigga (hmm)
My pockets getting lil bigger (yeah)
I found my swagger, I found my juice
I found my pocket and
Imma soar through these skies in my rocket, yeah, yeah
Cuz I be sanging
But I write my own shit
I be sanging
And produce my own shit
Imma FireShorty, repping Homewood
Think you stop this train
Bish, you wish you could
Pull up, said
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up, oh
Pull up
Pull up
Is that enough?
Yall get it?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
