DC2Trill - Pullin Me Back Lyrics

      

Pullin Me Back
by DC2Trill

Intro
Mr. Groovy (Uh-huh)
Mr. Fine Groovy (Uh)
Know what I'm saiyn'?? shit
Know what I'm saiyn'? (Uh-huh)

Verse 1
We took this shit to the masses, I ain't give no nigga no passes
She just shave her hear like cash, I got glass in my cabinet (Phew)
I'm fuck this bitch free base, we ain't even use no mattress (Right)
I'm a seasoning like time, this shit look like fine wine (Meow)
And my mamma could name me optimist, I'm  still not out in my prime
I got optimistic cash, she wasn't by but now she tryin'? link mode, stupid bitch to see the signs (Seen)
They can't go back just like new hoe?, but I pull up a Maybach this time (Pullin' Maybach)
I'm in a Maybach in the back, gotta bad bitch smokin' on wax
Got a bad bitch doin' ?, but she still a ten at that
One of my bags turn ?, shе went up twenty racks
I'mma concretе general pussy, have a 'crete on Chrome Hearts whoops
When I pop out I'm good lookin', this who all the bitches hook
Had thousands in the studio, but none of my did a hook with (No)
I with no keyboard on the type to be in your bushes
Callers like Now or Laters, color like Power Rangers (Yo)
I'm in this brand new bitch with 2T, I should brand this shit with danger
Cautious, so much purple stuff come out of the faucet (Phew)
Kiki, Nash, Alishya, Amiri, I got so many options
Thinkin' about that bitch Sarah, let up fuck around and go try (Fuck around and go try)

Chorus
Every time I try to lean something keep pullin' me back, me back
Think I need codeine up in my life
Better think twice, nigga
Thinkin' about put it away, she must have nobody need you in 'em life
Push it playa P, I do it to the T, in my LV a bunch of felonies (Felonies)
She pour my codeine, she give a dog a treat, I pull up SRT, ain't no dodgin' me?, ayy
Real bag flipper, ayy?, ayy
I just got some 'Wock and some top, I'm sick of them? watch the babies, we goin' up, super crazy

Verse 2
Leave her walkin' in the summer time, just like Rico Reckless
Shawty said I'm gorgeous, handsome, fine, I ain't even impressive
Pop a cellin', pop a pink pill, I don't get the pressure
Pop a pussy nigga in his lip, he don't get the message
Flavor CC with another bag, I can't help but take it
Took this bitch to restaurant 20 times, but we ain't even dating
That pink flappy thing up and I'm out, that's why I keep my baby on the top
Take some of you niggas to the South, you wouldn't even make it
20 niggas got pop out with his Glock, it's time to save you
WWE Chrome belt, but I'm don't fightin' in cages
Lame ass niggas be on Twitch, Rage, baby
I'm the type of nigga take a trip with three ladies
She wanna see me IRL, said "Fuck that 4K ?"
A thousand for a buck on my features are smart to pay it (I promise)
My prime is top tier fine shit, that's usually what I lay with
The other time be rap, I can't help it, it's a habit
Spend 4K on the pant, spend 10K on my mattress
Spend 7K on the stu', I ain't even the one who grabbed it (Added up)
Niggas be shot, every time you with static (What?)
I'm cashin', bank rubber bands and Goyard bags (That's enough)