Lyrics Trippie Redd – Pull Up On You
Text:
(Big 14 know what the fuck going on)
Ayy…
Trippie Redd:
Pulled up in the coupe
Play her like a flute
Countin’ all the loot
We don’t fuck with you
Choppers will bust at you
Hit his head (do do do do)
You’re dead man
You’re dead man, yeah
You’re dead man, yeah
Pulled up in the coupe
Rasta Papii with me drop the roof
Bitch I’m Trippie Redd like who the fuck is you
Bitch I’m Zeus
Key to this ratchet is stayed focused be versatile
Pussy boy I’m really ’round, bitch I got that sound
Imma make momma proud, bitch I’m blowing loud
Pull up in your town then I air it out
Pull up at your house fuck him up
Fuck you up, fuck you up (Fuck you up!)
Better duck, 30 keep it tucked (Do do do!)
Know I’m bussin’, ay, know I bust, yeah
Know I’m bussin’, ay, know I bust, yeah
Pulled up in the coupe
Know I’m with your boo
Play her like a flute
Countin’ all the loot
Choppers will bust at you
Hit his head (do do do do)
You’re dead man
You’re dead man, yeah
You’re dead man, yeah
Pulled up in the coupe
Rasta Papii with me drop the roof
Rasta Papii:
‘ready know what it do
‘ready know what it do
Versitile yeah we so smooth
You can’t ride my wave, you not cool
Ay, what it do? ay, ay, ay, what it do?
Ay, ay, you don’t ever talk the truth
I don’t wanna talk to you
I can never salute
You is not my troop
I’m just ridin’ through the city, been made moves
You gone hate on me today
Imma pull up and Imma… uh, ay
Pull up and you can’t hate
Me and you can’t relate
Trippie Redd, Trippie state
I’m switching state, yeah we switching state
Trippie Redd:
Pulled up in the coupe
Know I’m with your boo
Play her like a flute
Countin’ all the loot
We don’t fuck with you
Choppers will bust at you
Hit his head (do do do do)
You’re dead man
You’re dead man, yeah
You’re dead man, yeah
Pulled up in the coupe
Rasta Papii with me drop the roof
Bitch I’m Trippie Redd!