Cam - Pull Up Lyrics

When I pull up on the block like skrt
Get it by the pound, so it's not light work
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I pull up on the block like skrt
When I pull up on the block like
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When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
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When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block
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When I pull up on the block like
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Smoking on that hashtag, get it by the pound sign
Every day a work day, not a lot of downtime
When I get my downtime, living like a rock star
Everything I do, I keep it flashy like a cop car
Hit ‘em with that *woop woop* step out with your hands up
Said you ballin? Lemme see you put your bands up
Same old one-two step? Step your dance up
We can see your ass, low-class, pull your pants up
Just lean wit it, rock wit it, lean with Cîroc in it
Take a gold bar, put a motherfucking clock in it
Slap it on my wrist, tell a motherfucker watch me
Puns for days, take a lap, you can’t stop me
Only way to stop me is to pop me
They be copping just to copy me, they trying to top me
Headed to the top fast, so yea, ya boy cocky
Bout to knock it out like Big Papi or Rocky
When I pull up on the block like
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When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I pull up on the block like
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I can make your whole paycheck by my lunchtime
Every day a work day, always crunchtime
Cooler than an iceberg, hotter than the sunshine
Ain’t no funny business, I ain’t coming with the punchline
Girl I ain’t got a Impala, and I ain’t got a Ferrari
I pull up in the Kia, and sorry, I’m not sorry
The kid with the nice cars is playing you like Atari
But that’s none of my business, just get me my calamari
And get me some more Bacardi 'fore my set gets bumped
I’m tryna get a little buzzed while I check this punk
Cause if that card get declined, I bet ya boy choke
Yea he got that nice whip, but it left ya boy broke, huh
Stop bluffing, you ain’t got nothing
We’ll be in the back, you’ll be out front frontin
We in the cut, give a fuck what you bitches think
Eating squid, touching butts, making bitches ink
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I pull up on the block like
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When I pull up on the block like skrt
Get it by the pound, so it's not light work
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I pull up on the block like skrt
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
Smoking on that hashtag, get it by the pound sign
Every day a work day, not a lot of downtime
When I get my downtime, living like a rock star
Everything I do, I keep it flashy like a cop car
Hit ‘em with that *woop woop* step out with your hands up
Said you ballin? Lemme see you put your bands up
Same old one-two step? Step your dance up
We can see your ass, low-class, pull your pants up
Just lean wit it, rock wit it, lean with Cîroc in it
Take a gold bar, put a motherfucking clock in it
Slap it on my wrist, tell a motherfucker watch me
Puns for days, take a lap, you can’t stop me
Only way to stop me is to pop me
They be copping just to copy me, they trying to top me
Headed to the top fast, so yea, ya boy cocky
Bout to knock it out like Big Papi or Rocky
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
I can make your whole paycheck by my lunchtime
Every day a work day, always crunchtime
Cooler than an iceberg, hotter than the sunshine
Ain’t no funny business, I ain’t coming with the punchline
Girl I ain’t got a Impala, and I ain’t got a Ferrari
I pull up in the Kia, and sorry, I’m not sorry
The kid with the nice cars is playing you like Atari
But that’s none of my business, just get me my calamari
And get me some more Bacardi 'fore my set gets bumped
I’m tryna get a little buzzed while I check this punk
Cause if that card get declined, I bet ya boy choke
Yea he got that nice whip, but it left ya boy broke, huh
Stop bluffing, you ain’t got nothing
We’ll be in the back, you’ll be out front frontin
We in the cut, give a fuck what you bitches think
Eating squid, touching butts, making bitches ink
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I pull up on the block like
SKRRRT