Gucci Mane Pull Up On Ya song lyrics

Niggas on the inside wishin for the outside

Peanut butter inside, candle red outside

Hit you with the 9, now you're inside outside

Pull up in that foreign, gotta leave yo bitch mouth wide

Nigga talkin shit, must don't know that I got mob ties

Run up on wall and you gon end up house tied

Catch me in the kitchen whippin chicken like hip-hop

Gotta love yo hoe clit so blame yo ass for some high five

Tell me something slicker man, you slide I'mma slick that

I'm a black guy, give me 5 on the black side

I'm a trap god, leave yo numbers by the black guy

He a live wire, I'mma shutdown his WiFi

I'mma I'mma I'mma I'mma I'mma pull up on ya

I'mma call my young niggas and have em pull up on ya

You don't wanna, you don't want them niggas to pull up on ya

I'mma call my young niggas and have em pull up on ya

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Playin with Gucci Mane is just like playin with the lighter

Playin games with Gucci Mane is just like touchin fire

Got tattoos on my face, my legs, my arms but I'm not a biker

Got a 4-58 Ferrari, bitch I got the title

I'm from East Atlanta, Georgia yo man that shit just like The Wire

And you say you folks on 6 but my niggas you know you lyin

I'm a lover and a fighter and a motherfuckin striker

And they like keep comin round me and they know that I don't like em

If I spit that in his nigga face do you think that I'm tryin it?

If I tell this bitch she ain't my girl then why the fuck is she cryin?

You would think I'm at the grocery store to call the girls I'm buyin

You would know that I'm the plug cuz all these fuckin niggas all supplyin

I'mma I'mma I'mma I'mma I'mma pull up on ya

I'mma call my young niggas and have em pull up on ya

You don't wanna, you don't want them niggas to pull up on ya

I'mma call my young niggas and have em pull up on ya