Uh lets go

Pulled off the lot

Pulled straight to the block

Niggas gone smile but they really hurting inside

When the hate don't work niggas start telling lies

Niggas cornballs junior bacons and small fries

Niggas small time put that chain up its kinda dim

I'm on chill yo bitch look at my ice and fuck around and get the chills

Whats the deal I got pills I got syrup take a sip

Yo hoe slipping off the drip got it dripping from her lip

And I remember selling weed off the bike

Now they trying to race at the light

Wolf of wall street type of life

Been Bout a check fuck a hype

Never take a break that's how you get broke

Freezing in a hoodie just to get froze

Got a few guns at my dispose

Catch you talking low I'm a unload

I pulled off the lot

Pulled straight to the block

Two thumbs up but they really thinking of a plot

Gone get shot

If you really think its worth a shot

And you thinking one shot

Bitch I'm thinking about the box

Wake up go and get it

On a early morning mission

We be up late nights counting early morning chicken

I just seen you seven slouches piled up in a Neon

And your bag to bad for me to even speak on

I just hit your Missy when If I want to get my freak on

Say she had a dream about me told that hoe to dream on

And I ain't got to hit the streets when its time to re up

I just make a phone call then kick my feet up

I just hit your girl then I grab my car keys

And I still ain't came across a nigga up to my speed

If the pill game slow I run it up with the weed

I done splashed in her hair so I'm grabbing her weave

Legs hurt

From doing leg work

Counting net worth

Until my hands hurts

Fuck that pussy I need the head first

You say pimping ain't easy cause your h**s ain't in line

Cause you living a lie

And nigga maybe thats why

And I

Pulled off the lot

Get a fucking car wash

Get admired by the opps

I'll still get 'em chopped

Uh cause I done pulled off the lot

That bitch cost my a lot

And I done pulled off the lot