[Intro: Bezz Believe and Mook Boy]

Where you going?

Mook Boy, Fly Goon, GG

Bezz Believe on the same track

G'dog, no seatbelts, pull up on 'em

No brakes, rock it, aww

[Pre-Chorus]

Pull up, skrt, I hustle, I grind, I work

Fly from my shoes to my shirt

Pull up, skrt, blowing on a pound full of purp

Cell phone steady on chirp

Pull up, skrt, all my dogs way too turnt

All my dogs way too turnt

Pull up, skrt, sitting up high in the vert

Meet me outside with the work

[Chorus]

I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

[Verse 1: Bezz Believe]

Money in the bank, money in the wall

Got me a good accountant to keep me outta trouble from the law

Pretty boy, fly tattoos everywhere

That motherfucker name Bezz is something you never saw

Way too raw, way too real

At the age of twenty-three, I made my first mill

I remember when I used to be a sucker for these hoes

But nowadays, just Netflix and chill

Girl, they call me the hustle king

I leave the money counter sounding like a drum machine

On the block with that Dikembe Mutombo finger

I'm the reason lil' mama caught jungle fever

Never heard about you ain't fucking with ya, we straight

All gas, full speed no brakes

Only cracker in the city that has enough sauce to get Mook Boy on a Legal Lean mixtape

[Pre-Chorus]

Pull up, skrt, I hustle, I grind, I work

Fly from my shoes to my shirt

Pull up, skrt, blowing on a pound full of purp

Cell phone steady on chirp

Pull up, skrt, all my dogs way too turnt

All my dogs way too turnt

Pull up, skrt, sitting up high in the vert

Meet me outside with the work

[Chorus]

I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

[Verse 2: Mook Boy]

I'm taking away every category like Jeopardy

I drop a mixtape, your career gonna be in jeopardy

Huracán Lamborghini, floor mats leopard

Riding real slow through the project flexin'

I do this for my niggas that ain't ever had shit

Hola mamita mi amor mucho bricks

Hola mamita mi amor pretty bitch

I pull a MP5 with my juvy in the seats

I hop back in traffic, my top back in traffic

Roll up my window, put back on my glasses

The fuck is you laughing? Too broke to be playin'

My attitude pompous, I pull up and answer

I pull up conceited, my coupe came keyless

My bitch with no panties and my weed came seedless

That bitch want a boss nigga my pockets on popeye

My stash of weed is mook, boy, best believe

[Pre-Chorus]

Pull up, skrt, I hustle, I grind, I work

Fly from my shoes to my shirt

Pull up, skrt, blowing on a pound full of purp

Cell phone steady on chirp

Pull up, skrt, all my dogs way too turnt

All my dogs way too turnt

Pull up, skrt, sitting up high in the vert

Meet me outside with the work

[Chorus]

I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

I'm 'bout to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up