Pull Up - lonemoon

Pull up, cadillac, all of y’all jealous

Jealous of my outfit, Polo and Margiela’s

Rolling on my girl, need to make the shit sweet

I be in the room spitting venom on the beat

Poison adder, that’s me

Grinding faster, that’s me

Two shots, for disrespect, ain’t a threat, that’s a creed

Back off don’t play games with LM

Ya see me on the Panasonic chatting with Ellen

I do this in my sleep

This shit ain’t for the meek

Bustin out the bando, making millions every week man

I’m in the streets man

I’m spitting heat man

Step back

You’re facing off with new elites, man…

Switch it, I have got the riches

Face to face with all of you I think you’re all just bitches

Saw you in the mall hangin in Vicky’s Secret

I took a picture posted up and ruined all your street cred (street cred)

Yeah (still got it, listen)

(LM, OK, that’s me, yeah)

LM, me

Came up outta nothin', all these suckas be mad

I don’t even have to rap about the clothes and my cash

I don’t even have to laugh about the losers I pass

Man, I put you in last, your stupid crew, y’all are trash

I’m steady switchin' it up, killin' it up, I’m gettin' the winds

I’m bringing it up, I’m rippin' it up, I’m signin' my deals, and sippin' the cup

Damn, comin' up quick

Changin' my life, I don’t miss with yo click, like (woo)

This is my style, bein' LM

If it gets you heated you can run and tell your friends

Everybody loves us in this town

You can steady hear the sound, why you tryin' to rebound?

I’m about to let you off

I’m about to talk this talk, I’m about to break this wall

Three, two, one, I’ve been countin' down the seconds

Skeet off, cadillac, get out of my section (hah)