PULL UP GHOST-CLAN
Mike WiLL Made It, Chief Keef
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(This Chicago, nigga) (Trap-A-Holics) (Ear Drummers) Pull up, Ghost clan I'm fresh out the pot, I'm lookin' like a dope man (ayy, ayy) Plug back and now I got that coke in Lil' cousin nineteen, but he gon' tote my four, fam (damn son, where'd you find this?) Fuckin' in Gucci slides Twenty-08, bitch, I was buyin' them two for fives (two for fives) You got drank, that's true? Let me buy it So ain't never no pancake, that shit there gon' get denied (ayy, pussy, real trap shit) I won't buy it if you can buy it All this water, I ain't scuba divin' Never sign with illumini- Big M-E, who am I? My name Chief So super high (Sos' baby) In the bed where a cougar lie (huh) She just killed me, homicide You ain't a top guy, you the other guy Smell me smokin' on an onion Lump you up, it's a bunion Shawty Lo, get done, done She ask do I want a Perc', uh-uh F*ck that, ho, show me somethin', somethin' The girls got me lookin' like Hong Kong I look asian, you can call me Shang Tsung (This Chicago, nigga) Pull up, Ghost clan I'm fresh out the pot, I'm lookin' like a dope man (ayy, ayy) Plug back and now I got that coke in Lil' cousin nineteen, but he gon' tote my four, fam (Like you ain't know) Pull up, Ghost clan I was mindin' my business, she put me in her Close Friends Balenciaga winter gloves, I built a snowman Rolls Royce truck, lookin' like a tow man Sent her to the store for rubber bands, I need some mo' I don't need a scale, I buy a whole thang just to smoke Don't try to compare, I'm in a whole 'nother category Everybody know, my flow is nastier than a lavatory I'm straight out the laboratory Pull up, put it back up on me I'ma put a rack up on it Get on the track, put facts up on 'em Know he broke, put a cast up on him She fell in love with the accent, don't it? We pullin' up in matchin' Rollies Uncle Sam, I'm taxin' on 'em, yeah Pull up, Ghost clan I'm fresh out the pot, I'm lookin' like a dope man (ayy, ayy) Plug back and now I got that coke in Lil' cousin nineteen, but he gon' tote my four, fam Fuckin' in Gucci slides Twenty-08, bitch, I was buyin' them two for fives You got drank, that's true? Let me buy it So ain't never no pancake, that shit there gon' get denied (ayy, pussy) Yeah, bitches fall in love just to take a picture Niggas wanna fight, but I got the sticker Niggas just be talkin', they a bunch of lippers Niggas drinkin' brown lean, actin' like a sipper Be careful, 'cause that shit'll probably fuckin' kill you Paralyzin', numbin', I can't fuckin' feel you Cut the girls and these niggas comin' out like lizards Finna head on your block and beat that bitch like SZA She think that I'm Dipset, 'cause I be drinkin' sizzurp Pull up in that coupe with me and Mike Willy I just bought a Benz, she 'bout to pop a wheelie Sixteen and I damn near let a copper kill me You don't want me, 'cause I got that guapo really Heavy attention Heavy, heavy, heavy
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Written by: Keith Cozart, Michael L. Williams II
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