P-Pullz (ft. Arjay Mian, Jorrell Redsun, Q-Popi, and Stelf Index) ft. Poison Pen - “Yer a Bum”
[Produced by Stelf Index]
[Hook: P-Pullz]
Hands in the air like, “Give me what you got”
Ass shake with that wiggley, wiggley, wiggle
Rich bum, poor bum, suburbs, city slums
Yer a bum, bum, bum. Bah, yer a bum
[Verse 1: Arjay Mian]
Quick, fast, stash, stash. Price last—never slash
Priceless, might stress. Bat bash, leave mess
Who the hell is this? (What?). No recollection
Take up collection to reconstruct face
Run race, I’m carefree and sugarless
You never heard cab confession quite like this
Hot nine, 7-Eleven top earner
Yer a bum. Burn you Bronx to Brooklyn
[Verse 2: Poison Pen]
Yo, N.A. Baracus Brooklyn’s realest. Bed Stuy
We try your shit on before we steal it
N.A. rocker, slumped-over posture of Chewbacca
We don’t recruit—take that Stronghold application out your pocket
Every female fan is potential puss
If they roll deep, then there’s more friends for us
The lifestyle at the “Top of the Food Chain.” We come
Over hung over with enough dick
To shift your shorty’s lung over. I don’t know
What I love more: hip hop or them locked-
-door strip spots, where hands-on experience is bad
Me and Jorrell ran up a tab
[Verse 3: Jorrell Redsun]
The threads I wear make me look sharp
Never be an old fart. I kick hind parts
Sly fox trails, sailboat, fresh ox tails
Know shit like an Oxford student
Tough Mentadent. Car crash meant to dent it
Steel Cadillac against fiberglass rented
Hai Karate, cologne scented. It works
And I’m a bum for life just like red alert
[Hook: P-Pullz] (x2)
Hands in the air like, “Give me what you got”
Ass shake with that wiggley, wiggley, wiggle
Rich bum, poor bum, suburbs, city slums
Yer a bum, bum, bum. Bah, yer a bum
[Verse 4: Stelf Index]
My very aura intimidates, make ass shake
Bounce the ground ‘til the world hurls. Tip your glasses
Class action. Ladies take me like rations
High ratio of them will be back to back it up
I like backs stacked like, “What a bum, bum”
Beat it like B.F.M. Productions
Wild, cause harm. Pressure? Stay calm
Bare arms and the taste of your mouth on my palms
[Verse 5: Arjay Mian]
Wild herd of cattle trample like angry camel
For touching humps, brand you, pass obstacles
Stop me? That’s impossible. Yes, trying to hail
Me down, I reign terror. You fail to change
I hit you in head with cash register. My buddies
Give pounds, pull pound, eat pound cake
No mistake/Miss Take (What?) like lady thief
My name alone’ll make you soil your brief
I don’t need gun. Just a stone to rock
Basketball center wearing bulletproof vest. Cannot block these shots
Excursion in yellow expedition (Yes) with
Chick giving me turban (Yes, thank you)
[Hook: P-Pullz] (x4)
Hands in the air like, “Give me what you got”
Ass shake with that wiggley, wiggley, wiggle
Rich bum, poor bum, suburbs, city slums
Yer a bum, bum, bum. Bah, yer a bum