Pull Up

I'm bout to pull up
I got that bag
Chasing that check
So when you chose to pursue, I dismiss you
I just shitted on you and your next
I hate it has to be that way

It use to be just you and I
Back then when you were my guy
It just use to be me and you (struggling)
That's when you called me you Boo (hustling)
You had my back and you knew I had you
That's when we started to rise
I guess that's what made you conspire
To pulling wool over my eyes
I guess that's what made you a liar
You're fired
You take me low and I want to be higher
I have a few Kings that are hitting my wire
Negative energy makes me tired

I'm bout to pull up
I got that bag
Chasing that check
So when you chose to pursue, I dismiss you
I just shitted on you and your next
I hate it has to be that way

I just might put on Versace
Medusa all over my body
Exclusive in True's or some Robbbins
While yo basic bitch poppin and droppin
I step in Giuseppe on bitches
The rendition of true demolition
Musician admission incisions
Killing these Bitches
Bury like Mortician
Opposition is no competition
Hurting these hoes, give em heart conditions
Cocked in position like 4-5 on grip
Move with precision with 4-5 on hip
No inhibitions I came as I went
100% as I shit on your Bitch
Giving niggas hypertension
Too much Sauce and I'm dripping
I'm bout to pull up
I got that bag
Chasing that check
So when you chose to pursue, I dismiss you
I just shitted on you and your next
I hate it has to be that way