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Germ - PULLING UP Lyrics



Germ - PULLING UP Lyrics
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[ Featuring $uicideBoy$ ]

The murder rate in New Orleans has already surpassed last year's
And the negativity that comes with the killings once again making headlines
(Pull the trigger Budd Dywer) huh

Pulling up with a new vengeance (achoo)
$Licky so sickening (yeah)
Enemies think that I trust 'em
Head in the clouds from the mushrooms
Isolated, I don't want discussion
Headlock a bitch while I f*ck her
Losing my screws like I got a concussion
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (yeah)
F*ck you to your face, I ain't tryna wait
Hell was my home on the west side (yeah)
Homies down to ride, let that chopper slide
Representing that northside (yeah)
I ain't got the time, crime after crime
Every day I'm dying, here to terrorize
Devil afterlife, silence on the .9, triple six be my kind
Hear the second line, hear your momma cry
Violence what we 'bout, all on my side
Ticky ticky time, bitch, it's $uicide
Smoking your ash in my pine, ho (hey)

Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow (hey)

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Aim my gun right at your throat (throat)
What was that shit you had spoke? (Spoke)
Fan away all of the smoke (uh)
Shatter the mirror and sweep up the broken glass
Turn a Backwood into ash, flick it all over my path
Follow the cash (yeah)
Syrup needs Sprite, just a splash
I am the wave, let me crash (yeah)
Smoking that gas, steady snorting them blues
Blind as a bat, eyes rolled back, what a view
Ignoring my phone, tell your bitch to stay home
'Cause when Ruby is out, the town turn to a zoo (oh)
Mac from the south, back from the drought, gat in my mouth (oh)
Ain't no rat in the house, casually strapped up the casualty count (oh)
Every step I take is gasoline doused, pass me an ounce (oh)
Stacking accounts, keep talking shit, you'll get smacked in the mouth

Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow (hey)

I think you bitches outta time (yup)
Rollie too froze, caution, ice
I been on hunts for the right price
It's only right, I buy up all the pints
We ducking jakes, guns at the light
Rendevouz, meet with a lil' nigga wife
Rose gold Patek, I'm thinking no ice
I need a big body hottie in the bike
Rolling that dope up while she count up my moolah
That bitch a lil' shooter, I don't do the Rugers
That Glock like Usher, it's singing, type shooting
I move like a Bruin, my lifestyle is stupid
I gotta keep drank on me, nigga might lose it
Smokin' that stank, he thought he smelled manure
I been a big boss, ask 'bout me, watch me prove it
All of y'all niggas really out here losing

Pulling up with a new grind, folk (yeah)
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope (yeah)
I done been out my mind, so (yeah)
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pulling up with a new grind, folk (yeah)
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope (yeah)
I done been out my mind, so (yeah)
I don't mind watching you die slow (yeah)
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The murder rate in New Orleans has already surpassed last year's
And the negativity that comes with the killings once again making headlines
(Pull the trigger Budd Dywer) huh

Pulling up with a new vengeance (achoo)
$Licky so sickening (yeah)
Enemies think that I trust 'em
Head in the clouds from the mushrooms
Isolated, I don't want discussion
Headlock a bitch while I f*ck her
Losing my screws like I got a concussion
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (yeah)
F*ck you to your face, I ain't tryna wait
Hell was my home on the west side (yeah)
Homies down to ride, let that chopper slide
Representing that northside (yeah)
I ain't got the time, crime after crime
Every day I'm dying, here to terrorize
Devil afterlife, silence on the .9, triple six be my kind
Hear the second line, hear your momma cry
Violence what we 'bout, all on my side
Ticky ticky time, bitch, it's $uicide
Smoking your ash in my pine, ho (hey)

Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow (hey)

(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Aim my gun right at your throat (throat)
What was that shit you had spoke? (Spoke)
Fan away all of the smoke (uh)
Shatter the mirror and sweep up the broken glass
Turn a Backwood into ash, flick it all over my path
Follow the cash (yeah)
Syrup needs Sprite, just a splash
I am the wave, let me crash (yeah)
Smoking that gas, steady snorting them blues
Blind as a bat, eyes rolled back, what a view
Ignoring my phone, tell your bitch to stay home
'Cause when Ruby is out, the town turn to a zoo (oh)
Mac from the south, back from the drought, gat in my mouth (oh)
Ain't no rat in the house, casually strapped up the casualty count (oh)
Every step I take is gasoline doused, pass me an ounce (oh)
Stacking accounts, keep talking shit, you'll get smacked in the mouth

Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow (hey)

I think you bitches outta time (yup)
Rollie too froze, caution, ice
I been on hunts for the right price
It's only right, I buy up all the pints
We ducking jakes, guns at the light
Rendevouz, meet with a lil' nigga wife
Rose gold Patek, I'm thinking no ice
I need a big body hottie in the bike
Rolling that dope up while she count up my moolah
That bitch a lil' shooter, I don't do the Rugers
That Glock like Usher, it's singing, type shooting
I move like a Bruin, my lifestyle is stupid
I gotta keep drank on me, nigga might lose it
Smokin' that stank, he thought he smelled manure
I been a big boss, ask 'bout me, watch me prove it
All of y'all niggas really out here losing

Pulling up with a new grind, folk (yeah)
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope (yeah)
I done been out my mind, so (yeah)
I don't mind watching you die slow
Pulling up with a new grind, folk
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope
I done been out my mind, so
I don't mind watching you die slow (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pulling up with a new grind, folk (yeah)
Do we f*ck with your kind? Nope (yeah)
I done been out my mind, so (yeah)
I don't mind watching you die slow (yeah)
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Writer: Jerry Antoine, Scott Anthony Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Norman Petrou
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Germ
Featuring: $uicideBoy$
Language: English
Length: 3:33
Written by: Jerry Antoine, Scott Anthony Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Norman Petrou
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