Pull Up (Fool Ya)

Chief Keef

Album Feed the Streetz

Intro

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Bang Bang Bang!
Doh, doh doh doh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
DP on the beat
Hundred for the one’s and two hundred for my…

Chorus

I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That’s a box of bullets
Shoot ’em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my beamer
I’m a fooler
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Then I fool ya

Verse 1

Pull up in that ‘Rari, hallelujah
Then I hop up in my Bimmer just to fool ya
Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer
Hummer H2 bitch, no this ain’t no scooter
It go faster than a Harley
Someone please pass me the damn Marley
Even though I don’t smoke with nobody
I don’t need no bodyguard I got my body
Got my nina
Got my Tommy
Shoot this shit right up at your tummy
Now you’re looking like a zombie
Trying to get help but you couldn’t find it
My Bimmer colored soo woo ravioli
‘Member when I used to eat ravioli
Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony
Anything she want, you know I’m on it
That money, I be on it
I ain’t got no business sitting on it
I just got some business with getting money
You ain’t talking money, that shit funny

Chorus

I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That’s a box of bullets
Shoot ’em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my beamer
I’m a fooler
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Then I fool ya

Verse 2

Somewhere coolin’ in my mansion
Holding your bitch for ransom
How much you got to get her back, fam?
She ain’t worth shit so I hope you got about 10
Boy I heard your belt Versace
I got 50 times Versace in my pocket
Money be my logic
So you know I’m all about it

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