Papi Boi - Pull Up Wit a Rack Lyrics

I just drop my main, because I can't get no response
Remember before class I used to hit a thousand times
Now I'm at the spot with the homie making hits
If money grew on trees then watch me pull up with a switch

Pull up with a stick, I'm like an animal I told ya
French kissing your girl, I had to do it for the culture
Russian roulette on these niggas preying like a volture
Stomping on their necks, I gotta treat 'em likes some cobras

I'm rolling in a Jag, I had to cop a bag
Mommy getting sad, I'm stunting like my dad
Pulled in a basic whip and all these niggas laughed
I can't even be mad, 'cause now that's just my past

Pulled up Ninth Grade playing with the roof up
Jumping out the whip with purple drank inside a cool cup
Ruger, I can't leave the house without my Ruger
Getting so much brain I gotta thank god for my tutor

I'm balling, I'm so awesome
Ice around my neck now all these bitches call me frosty
When I hit the track, man the track get saucy
I'm stunting, stone cold Steve Austin

You farted, arted
A-B Honor roll, All Fs you retarded
You know we in the back with the models
Bout to pop them and the bottles

On sum 3rd Ward shit
JDR shit
3am shit
That's the Mob, bitch

If you ain't with the pack, then on our back
Niggas talking crack, watch that nigga get clapped

Pull up with a rack, I throw a bag
Pull up with a rack, I throw a bag
Pull up with a rack, I throw a bag
Pull up with a rack, I throw a bag

Niggas talking shit, watch that nigga get hit
Niggas talking shit, watch that nigga get hit
Boy I pull up with a rack, and throw a bag
Pull up with a rack watch nigga throw a bag, aye

Watch a nigga blow a bag, aye
Bet that bitch gon throw it back
Pull up with a bag
Bet that bitch gon throw it back, aye
Bet that bitch gon throw it back, aye