Lyrics: Artemus Henry/Zachary Sand/Grant Feldman/John Earl Julian
Music: Artemus Henry/Zachary Sand/Grant Feldman/John Earl Julian
[Intro]
Know we livin' lav—
The number one radio station on the planet
Brrat (Feel it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Got medallions on top of the stove (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't with me, you gotta go home
And I know that I'm with it, he wrong
I don't play with these bitches on phone
And this shit be real life, not a song (Yeah, what?)
When she pull up, she don't got no thong (Set, set, set, set)
Thousand dollar my shoes, they on (Oh yeah)
I'm one hand with the Drac', I'm strong (Oh)
She wanted cash, yeah (Huh), I don't got no cash, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
He tried to run, this the last lap
Shawty a groupie, a bad bat
Don't give a **** if your ass fat (Say red)
Just seen a twenty off ASCAP
Ain't got no drugs, a bad nap (Drugs)
That boy got hit, a bad trip
Slammin' the door and get out the store
Reach for my pocket, ten on the floor
He fell in love, we bendin' that ho
Ninety degrees, I still got a coat
Wash out the pan, hand and soap
That boy a fan, not gang, hell no
We in the spot, I'ma tell him he wrong
Rick Owen jacket, not rockin' VLONE (Red, red)
All of that pussy-ass shit, don't condone (Know we livin' lav— )
These niggas stay on my dick when I scroll
Red on my dreads, I been in that mode (Dreads)
Said what I said, ain't switchin' no code (I'm not)
I got that bitch on my side, I ain't cold
Your bitch, she keep callin' me, leave me alone
[Chorus]
Free Duke, nigga, thuggin' down that road
Shawty know when I go out of town, go Rolls
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Started this shit and I'm finishin' it
Hot Glock, damn, I need my stick
She got her own, can't trick this bitch
YVL on and I still throw a six (Y)
I don't even want this ho assist (Wow)
Pass that ho, I get my assist (Wow)
White girl still do truck yard shit (Wow)
Playin' with her nose, off the coke, she lit
Fake bloods, they outside of Atlanta
Fake mud, it's inside of Atlanta
Who is him? Boy, you not from Atlanta
I got two lives just like Hannah Montana
And she psyched out just like Molly Santana
Smokin' cigarettes, I don't care 'bout no matches
We gon' roll him, light that boy, Alabama
Put that pull up, then he turn to a dancer
Two cups, .223 my clip (Yeah, yeah)
I don't know 'bout a ho, I ain't simp
Rockin' [?] and it's hard out for pimp (Know we livin' lav— )
Clip long, so I walk with a limp
He a small guy, that boy too shrimp
Tall guy, money jump out the gym
Attitude, I'm not ****in' with them
Pull a **** nigga card like sim
Mob life, nigga, long live Trip
[?] know I come get his script
[Chorus]
Free Duke, nigga, thuggin' down that road
Shawty know when I go out of town, go Rolls
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, let's go
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go
I cannot pull up, my man's can't go