Mulatto – Pull Up lyrics
(ft. 21 Savage)


(Diego, Diego)
(Hitmaka!)
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

[Mulatto]
Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hop that on or off (Skrrt)
Bought the baby Glock, b****, I came to mop (Pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot
Birkin for the chop, got these b****** shocked

[Mulatto]
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can’t beef with hoes (Nah)
Rock Chanel with my white toes and we speak in code (Shh)
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can’t beef with hoes (Nah)
I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (Yeah, yeah)

[Mulatto]
I might slap the s*** out a b****, caught her playin’ around (Playin’ around)
I rock Prada, f*** with ballers that be movin’ pounds (Trappers)
Make that n**** ice me out, these hoes gon’ f*** for free though (Free though)
I get chips like Cheetos, 1942, no Tito (Nah)
B****, I’m quarantine clean, you can’t touch me with gloves
N**** rollin’ off a bean, tryna shoot up the club (Shoot up the club)
Hate when silly hoes talk crazy on the ‘Gram, b****, get your bag up
I’m a city girl with the backend, can’t wait to go and act up

[Mulatto]
Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hop that on or off (Skrrt)
Bought the baby Glock, b****, I came to mop (Pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot
Birkin for the chop, got these b****** shocked

[Mulatto, 21 Savage]
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can’t beef with hoes (Nah)
Rock Chanel with my white toes and we speak in code (Shh)
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can’t beef with hoes (Nah)
I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (21) (Yeah, yeah)

I got M’s for days, I like sticks and K’s (21)
I’m a real stepper, I don’t stand in line for J’s (On God)
If that’s your shooter, I hope you paid him minimum wage (21)
Caught his BM at the stop sign, she said she go both ways (On God)
I’m big 4L and they know that (21)
Run up on me, I’ma blow that (Straight up)
Please tell me where the opps at (Straight up)
‘Cause they never be where the hoes at (P****)
What’s your advance? I blow that (P****)
Hunnid round drum, n****, hold that (P****)
I take a walk when I pour that (21)
Them n***** drink green with they broke a** (21)
Chrome Heart jeans with the racks in ’em (Facts)
All my spots got plaques in ’em (Facts)
All my cars got straps in ’em (Big facts)
All my songs got facts in ’em (Bigger facts)
All my opps got racks with ’em (21)
Slaughter Gang, I’ll stick an axe in ’em (21)
Never been friendly, I don’t dap n***** (21)
I don’t want a Grammy, I’m a rap n**** (21)

[Mulatto]
Yeah, pull up, drop the top, hop that on or off (Skrrt)
Bought the baby Glock, b****, I came to mop (Pew, pew, pew)
Pocket full of knots, I get racks a lot
Birkin for the chop, got these b****** shocked

[Mulatto]
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can’t beef with hoes (Nah)
Rock Chanel with my white toes and we speak in code (Shh)
I like them dope boys with them Rolls, I can’t beef with hoes (Nah)
I might boot up with my hoes, make her eat it slow (Yeah, yeah)