PROBLEM - Pull Up (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Fireman's here, grab the extinguisher, bitches!

I got about an M, take the way

I did my thang in the trenches, bae

I don't shit on no bitches cuz I'm a playa

Street niggas, street tears don't lie, I was there

Movin' weight, gained weight, lost weight, no pair

Baby cutties from my shows, yeah, I fucked 'em on my stage

Yeepee, I was trippin', chip, now I'm dippin'

Hustle till I'm dead, take the profit then I flip it

Truth, ain't lyin', I'm the prophet, that's specifics(?!)

Gave a lil tongue, now she mopping in my kitchen

Everything I do it for the lames

And when animosity came, I do it all again

Fo' momma, my daddy too, and my five kids

Fuck how y'all do, I do mine like this

Throwin' up L’s, giving niggas hell

Fool behind the bars, yeah I got money for the bail

You aint getting money 'less ya count it on scale

Braggin with the rackas, R.I.P. Jacka

Dirtier the track, the album factor like a mad pro'lem

Wanna know the muthafuckin' real?! Then that's Problem

And I give it to ya straight, I don't date, but I'll be there today

Lil momma fuck sum'!