This is a song about "Pull up j"

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

And pull those other four down you ain't giving up

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

They took me to this bitch he had a j rolled up

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Cuz all i do is pull up in the drive thru

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

And left my hand up in the air like i just shot the j

U know he my nigga so back up or he'll pull his trigger and send you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Any #pup#pet or #mc tryna pull strings up on #me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck