PULL UP Prod. Joseppe 808
Now this song came from me entertaining this lackluster “talking”ship with this Aquarius Morehouse Grad in the Summer of 2019. He would keep me on FaceTime just to put me on pause. I don’t understand calling someone to entertain other things especially when the other person initiates it. He was so boring. Literally after I got off of FaceTime with him, I came up with this hook. Please do not waste my time.
[Intro]
Hello? So you just gonna put me on pause? Shit, what the fuck…
[Chorus]
Aye, don’t put me on hold/
If you can’t put me in check, ya dig?/
I be on swole to my destiny/
Who knows who could be textin’ me/
Aye, don’t put me on hold/
If you can’t put me in check, ya dig?/
I be on swole to my destiny/
Who knows who could be textin’ me
[Verse 1]
Prolly my foes who be testin’ me/
Oops! They my hoes and they got goals like mine/
Divine in the order only take the top line
Designed melanated luminating chalk lines
Can’t grasp the semi auto so I let it take time
I’m viable I’m valuable I m all about vegetable/
I’m smarter than the niggas who just care about collectibles/
I graduated petty drama/
Paid my debts in good karma/
I’m armored and guided by major arcana/
I’m on I spit like a llama/
I dawn with the dharma/
Iyanla fix it like plumbers/
The thunder come with the trauma
[Chorus]
I said, “NIGGA, pull the fuck up on me!”
Pull up on me, nigga! Pull up on me!
Pull up on me, nigga! Pull up on me!
NIGGA, pull the fuck up on me!
Pull up on me, nigga! Pull up on me!
Pull up on me, nigga! Pull up on me!
[Verse 2]
Can you take a hint? I ain’t fuckin with the game show/
Let’s make it make sense. Yeah, I’m on it and I’m handsome/
Whip it like a tandem/
Steal me like a bandit/
Said I got an hour and you takin’ it for ransom
[Bridge]
NIGGA, pull the fuck up on me!
Pull up on me, nigga! Pull up on me!
Pull up on me, nigga! Pull up on me!
NIGGA, pull the fuck up on me!
Pull up on me, nigga! Pull up on me!
Pull up on me, nigga! Pull up on me!
[Chorus]
Big cat coming’ straight out of Jumanji/
Keep my name in the air on a bungee cord/
Orange and Black like the fright night/
We only pounce if you get hype, nigga!/
Big cat coming’ straight out of Jumanji/
Keep my name in the air on a bungee cord/
Orange and Black like the fright night/
We only pounce if you get hype, nigga!/
[Verse 1]
Big stack, bone apple feet, nigga starving/
Friends look to me for comedy like Martin/
Outer circle, look at me, I’m a martian!/
On the go like a gurt never parkin’/
I know you niggas used to the same thing/
But I hit the booth and imma switch up the mainframe/
Always tell the truth I’m the caboose to the flame train/
Ever since my youth, a nigga stayed in his own lane/
Levelin’ the competition is gettin’ to repetitious/
So I took an expedition burnin’ out my transmission/
Searchin for the class for me to spazz, fr fr/
Clever with the clan, clutch the bag, then we dip to the next/
Hit the asterisk, I hope you comin’ autocorrect, shit/
Holy moly/
We chippin’ guacamole/
Sauté and the sauce you can call me mostaccioli, shit
