Pulled Off The Lot by Darkside E Lyrics
Uh lets go
Pulled off the lot
Pulled straight to the block
Niggas gone smile but they really hurting inside
When the hate don't work niggas start telling lies
Niggas cornballs junior bacons and small fries
Niggas small time put that chain up its kinda dim
I'm on chill yo bitch look at my ice and fuck around and get the chills
Whats the deal I got pills I got syrup take a sip
Yo hoe slipping off the drip got it dripping from her lip
And I remember selling weed off the bike
Now they trying to race at the light
Wolf of wall street type of life
Been Bout a check fuck a hype
Never take a break that's how you get broke
Freezing in a hoodie just to get froze
Got a few guns at my dispose
Catch you talking low I'm a unload
I pulled off the lot
Pulled straight to the block
Two thumbs up but they really thinking of a plot
Gone get shot
If you really think its worth a shot
And you thinking one shot
Bitch I'm thinking about the box
Wake up go and get it
On a early morning mission
We be up late nights counting early morning chicken
I just seen you seven slouches piled up in a Neon
And your bag to bad for me to even speak on
I just hit your Missy when If I want to get my freak on
Say she had a dream about me told that hoe to dream on
And I ain't got to hit the streets when its time to re up
I just make a phone call then kick my feet up
I just hit your girl then I grab my car keys
And I still ain't came across a nigga up to my speed
If the pill game slow I run it up with the weed
I done splashed in her hair so I'm grabbing her weave
Legs hurt
From doing leg work
Counting net worth
Until my hands hurts
Fuck that pussy I need the head first
You say pimping ain't easy cause your h**s ain't in line
Cause you living a lie
And nigga maybe thats why
And I
Pulled off the lot
Get a fucking car wash
Get admired by the opps
I'll still get 'em chopped
Uh cause I done pulled off the lot
That bitch cost my a lot
And I done pulled off the lot
Pulled off the lot
Pulled straight to the block
Niggas gone smile but they really hurting inside
When the hate don't work niggas start telling lies
Niggas cornballs junior bacons and small fries
Niggas small time put that chain up its kinda dim
I'm on chill yo bitch look at my ice and fuck around and get the chills
Whats the deal I got pills I got syrup take a sip
Yo hoe slipping off the drip got it dripping from her lip
And I remember selling weed off the bike
Now they trying to race at the light
Wolf of wall street type of life
Been Bout a check fuck a hype
Never take a break that's how you get broke
Freezing in a hoodie just to get froze
Got a few guns at my dispose
Catch you talking low I'm a unload
I pulled off the lot
Pulled straight to the block
Two thumbs up but they really thinking of a plot
Gone get shot
If you really think its worth a shot
And you thinking one shot
Bitch I'm thinking about the box
Wake up go and get it
On a early morning mission
We be up late nights counting early morning chicken
I just seen you seven slouches piled up in a Neon
And your bag to bad for me to even speak on
I just hit your Missy when If I want to get my freak on
Say she had a dream about me told that hoe to dream on
And I ain't got to hit the streets when its time to re up
I just make a phone call then kick my feet up
I just hit your girl then I grab my car keys
And I still ain't came across a nigga up to my speed
If the pill game slow I run it up with the weed
I done splashed in her hair so I'm grabbing her weave
Legs hurt
From doing leg work
Counting net worth
Until my hands hurts
Fuck that pussy I need the head first
You say pimping ain't easy cause your h**s ain't in line
Cause you living a lie
And nigga maybe thats why
And I
Pulled off the lot
Get a fucking car wash
Get admired by the opps
I'll still get 'em chopped
Uh cause I done pulled off the lot
That bitch cost my a lot
And I done pulled off the lot