Talk your shit, then roll my weed up
I'm in the AC, nodding off, blame the sativa
It's that good smoke, no exhaust, it's hard to see us
The way we hit the highway play, like Gran Turismo
I need some of that bread and cheese, like a French bistro
The way she give me head man, please, she a beast bro
I smell like Jean-Paul, Purple Haze, and some clean clothes
With my lil bro, we blazed, jammin' Freak Hoe's
The future's just a day away, work on your free throws
I want that pussy everyday, wish I could repo
Tap in with Hitman, stop playing, I'm like a cheat code
Catch me now before it's too late, and all this weed gone
Wanna know, I'm gettin' blowed, is you pullin' up or what
I'm gettin' low, I gotta know, is you pullin' up or what
I'm in the lab, this shit cold, is you pullin' up or what
They hit my phone, they got some mo, like you pullin' up or what
Zig Zag twisted, I'm in my own zone
The kind exotic that we own, put holes in the ozone
Me and my dogs undefeated, stay on your own lawn
Late night with a bag, we creepin, stop at the Courtyard
Two AM, ash on my sneakers, girl leave a voicemail
Stack my roster at my leisure, that's how the ship sail
Sorry girl, my bad, I'm tweakin, I had bad intel
Lit that good fore it was legal, fendin' for ourselves
Before we leave the Port, we reakin, this shit could flip itself
Out on campus like Ezekiel, they want it retail
You know the 12 was out here trippin, just off the pre-sales
Talkin' money, well that's different bro, just leave the details
Wanna know, I'm gettin' blowed, is you pullin' up or what
I'm gettin' low, I gotta know, is you pullin' up or what
I'm in the lab, this shit cold, is you pullin' up or what
They hit my phone, they got some mo, like you pullin' up or what
Hitman Heazy - PULLIN' UP OR WHAT (feat. Stunt Degrate) Lyrics
Hitman Heazy - PULLIN' UP OR WHAT (feat. Stunt Degrate) Lyrics
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Talk your shit, then roll my weed up
I'm in the AC, nodding off, blame the sativa
It's that good smoke, no exhaust, it's hard to see us
The way we hit the highway play, like Gran Turismo
I need some of that bread and cheese, like a French bistro
The way she give me head man, please, she a beast bro
I smell like Jean-Paul, Purple Haze, and some clean clothes
With my lil bro, we blazed, jammin' Freak Hoe's
The future's just a day away, work on your free throws
I want that pussy everyday, wish I could repo
Tap in with Hitman, stop playing, I'm like a cheat code
Catch me now before it's too late, and all this weed gone
Wanna know, I'm gettin' blowed, is you pullin' up or what
I'm gettin' low, I gotta know, is you pullin' up or what
I'm in the lab, this shit cold, is you pullin' up or what
They hit my phone, they got some mo, like you pullin' up or what
Zig Zag twisted, I'm in my own zone
The kind exotic that we own, put holes in the ozone
Me and my dogs undefeated, stay on your own lawn
Late night with a bag, we creepin, stop at the Courtyard
Two AM, ash on my sneakers, girl leave a voicemail
Stack my roster at my leisure, that's how the ship sail
Sorry girl, my bad, I'm tweakin, I had bad intel
Lit that good fore it was legal, fendin' for ourselves
Before we leave the Port, we reakin, this shit could flip itself
Out on campus like Ezekiel, they want it retail
You know the 12 was out here trippin, just off the pre-sales
Talkin' money, well that's different bro, just leave the details
Wanna know, I'm gettin' blowed, is you pullin' up or what
I'm gettin' low, I gotta know, is you pullin' up or what
I'm in the lab, this shit cold, is you pullin' up or what
They hit my phone, they got some mo, like you pullin' up or what
I'm in the AC, nodding off, blame the sativa
It's that good smoke, no exhaust, it's hard to see us
The way we hit the highway play, like Gran Turismo
I need some of that bread and cheese, like a French bistro
The way she give me head man, please, she a beast bro
I smell like Jean-Paul, Purple Haze, and some clean clothes
With my lil bro, we blazed, jammin' Freak Hoe's
The future's just a day away, work on your free throws
I want that pussy everyday, wish I could repo
Tap in with Hitman, stop playing, I'm like a cheat code
Catch me now before it's too late, and all this weed gone
Wanna know, I'm gettin' blowed, is you pullin' up or what
I'm gettin' low, I gotta know, is you pullin' up or what
I'm in the lab, this shit cold, is you pullin' up or what
They hit my phone, they got some mo, like you pullin' up or what
Zig Zag twisted, I'm in my own zone
The kind exotic that we own, put holes in the ozone
Me and my dogs undefeated, stay on your own lawn
Late night with a bag, we creepin, stop at the Courtyard
Two AM, ash on my sneakers, girl leave a voicemail
Stack my roster at my leisure, that's how the ship sail
Sorry girl, my bad, I'm tweakin, I had bad intel
Lit that good fore it was legal, fendin' for ourselves
Before we leave the Port, we reakin, this shit could flip itself
Out on campus like Ezekiel, they want it retail
You know the 12 was out here trippin, just off the pre-sales
Talkin' money, well that's different bro, just leave the details
Wanna know, I'm gettin' blowed, is you pullin' up or what
I'm gettin' low, I gotta know, is you pullin' up or what
I'm in the lab, this shit cold, is you pullin' up or what
They hit my phone, they got some mo, like you pullin' up or what
Writer: Brandon Heath
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