If I Pull Up (feat. Ant Live)

Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm goin' to If ya life ain't right I'm who you talk to They wanna take ya life I'm who ya talk to I ain't the type to say what I'm gon do and warn you Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm gon to Uh uh Yeah yeah yeah yeah Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm gon to You better pray the Lord do what the Lord do Or have luck on your side some horseshoes Eye punching Gat clutching That's something I did often as a youngin And a grown-up But wait hold up I ain't gon lie When I had my first child Then I slowed up Then this new generation Came playin' So I had to show these lil niggaz I ain't a game player If a kid act foul wit me He'll get shot Down by three Now that's a game changer look I know I Don't know why I'm like this Somebody must've tampered with my light switch I purchased an ice pick wit no ice And been getting away with murder I like this Figuratively me no type snitch In my life it's been so many times when I went over niggaz heads Like that Ken and Ryu kick Giving dudes the old school beats Like fruity loops Ya dogs scared of everything like Scooby Doo I smell blood I'm the Daddy shark dodododo I don't switch crews And move unusual While you Would ride wit' whoever Like the Uber pool You ain't official nah You just work at Footlocker Them stripes just a costume dick hopper You want static say less Patna You better have good benefits Cuz you gon need to see the best doctor If ya life ain't right I'm who you talk to They wanna take ya life I'm who ya talk to I ain't the type to say what I'm gon do and warn you Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm gon to Uh uh Yeah yeah yeah yeah Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm gon to You better pray the Lord do what the Lord do Or have luck on your side some horseshoes Landlords hit my Jack And it got me back in my bag So I'm in the studio on my high horse Wit a stash of that good sour Backwoods packed wit them hood flowers Alotta dudes hating on the Lord's But the hood ours I push the button Bread on yo head My shooters tote the oven Catch 13 out the rocket That's a Baker's dozen Out the can And I put that on the fam Spit the hottest verse you heard While I bury yo man And you ain't got No bars no cadence I do it for my son Zay Shout my nephew Kayden I'm pulling up for the fam And you left on the pavement The money on yo head boy And I'm making a payment And we don't make no arrangements Head shot Keep that bread in ya savings I catch a body wit these bars Just for losing my patience Stack yo money high yo Nobody gotta die bro But if he fronting If he dies he dies, I'm Drago Butcher coming shout to Benny nigga Dig a whole for these rappers Don't make me fit you in it nigga Run down on ya block I ain't tryna kick it wit ya All my niggaz on that high shit We ain't sippin' liquor Fuck it pass me the mamba juice Blade in the sleeve of the bomber goose You want that beef I tell em it's time to troop Screaming double M Name Live Why would niggaz fuck wit' him Bumb niggaz get they face cut balling above the rim Live If ya life ain't right I'm who you talk to They wanna take ya life I'm who ya talk to I ain't the type to say what I'm gon do and warn you Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm gon to Uh uh Yeah yeah yeah yeah Don't have to tell me pull up cuz I'm gon to You better pray the Lord do what the Lord do Or have luck on your side some horseshoes