P-Pullz (ft. Arjay Mian, Jorrell Redsun, Q-Popi, and Stelf Index) - "How”
[Produced by CAL]
[Hook: P-Pullz]
(How) the hell did Jorrell kick ass in sixty-three?
(How) I get the ladies to love me? (How?)
Want to find out? Just ask and you’ll see (How)
P. Dash, P-U-L-L-Z
(How) y’all feel out there? Touch the sky
(How) Q-Popi pops the spot ‘til it’s dry (How?)
Want to find out? Just ask and you’ll see (How)
P. Dash, P-U-L-L-Z
[Verse 1: Q-Popi]
¡Hola! Much skills, no frills
It’s hard to have a good cook-out with ice grills
Extreme, rip the scene. Q-Popi, yo
Stretching flows like hombre, un plástico
Fantastic pro, water sports of all sorts
Crush you like two quarts of agua. Mama
The saga continues. Cum on your back. Then say, “Come on back”
Argue, “I’m sorry. I want my baby back, baby back”
Dead sexy
[Verse 2: Jorrell Redsun]
Tear you to shreds, play you like Keds
We steal your bed, then get some head
You dig me like cemetery dirt. I got bodies
Like pine box, more rhymes than Africans sell wristwatch
Check the ink blotch—it reads: Jorrell proceeding
Greeting from the greedy. You can’t succeed me
Or handle me like holograms. Put this verse
On telegrams. Now I’ll show you how
[Hook: P-Pullz]
(How) the hell did Jorrell kick ass in sixty-three?
(How) I get the ladies to love me? (How?)
Want to find out? Just ask and you’ll see (How)
P. Dash, P-U-L-L-Z
(How) y’all feel out there? Touch the sky
(How) Q-Popi pops the spot ‘til it’s dry (How?)
Want to find out? Just ask and you’ll see (How)
P. Dash, P-U-L-L-Z
[Verse 3: Arjay Mian]
Come to news stand, browse through, don’t touch
Don’t care if you’re rich. Don’t trust
Giver order like customer and what?
Customized, good lyricise size you up
Like a booster, checks the store before he hits it, splits shit
Like atoms. Got family like Adam
A damn jawbreaker. The skyscraper
Hold it down everyday like rocks on morning paper
[Verse 4: Stelf Index]
Hit hard with only half the energy, buster
Like street corner hustlers, we got more in store
Perfect front, side, and back exit. Clean it like superintendent
Judge what I say—call me Emcee Defendant
Take stand. “Officer. I don’t pack guns. More game
Like, ‘Lady, I don’t hold funds’”
Weak to the flesh, so I’m sex generous
Get mine like a seafood store—selfish
[Hook: P-Pullz] (x2)
(How) the hell did Jorrell kick ass in sixty-three?
(How) I get the ladies to love me? (How?)
Want to find out? Just ask and you’ll see (How)
P. Dash, P-U-L-L-Z
(How) y’all feel out there? Touch the sky
(How) Q-Popi pops the spot ‘til it’s dry (How?)
Want to find out? Just ask and you’ll see (How)
P. Dash, P-U-L-L-Z