Pullin' up on Lil' Shawty - Young Thug

California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty

California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty

California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty

California Rari like the president

California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty

California Rari like the president

California Rari like the president

California Rari like the president

California Rari my new president

California Rari new president

California Rari pullin up on lil' shawty

Where is my money?

Pullin up gunnin

Automatic tommies, stomaches

I don’t mash out wit' nothing, 45' holds 11

I got birds and they nestin (Gurrr)

Slime like reverend, (?)

I’m goin' in-, fluence

If she don’t got class, that’s truancy

My VV’s are yellow, like Urine

I smoke me a blunt to the head, then bed, keep that

Ridin' lil bitch like a bike, better yet pegs

Ever since I got my ice from yeti, I been leavin' em dead

Carrots on this niggas wrist and his ears and I got the big head

I don’t give no fuck 'bout you little bitches, feel like you’re dead

Bought me a coupe and I pulled the roof and I pulled off and I sped

To close to the money, my ice in the gutter

Fuck the fellony, I beat the charges

See me in a truck its Maserati, all my passion is reachin' the masses

All this cash is right under my matress

I go smashin' all over the atlas, I go splashin right up with the action

All these bullets wrapped up in some plastic

30 shots on (?)

All my mans are straight up and savage and shit

Sleep on fendi, i play with the badest

Easy money, these cars and these hoes and lights they be flashing

It’s causing the madness

Come straight to my crib with no panties

She tryna be down with a bandage

For these bands Ima take full advantage

When i up, i whip panoramic

Fuck the (?), just pass me a xanax

You just left me alone and abandoned

Shoulda known i was causing some damage

Al Capone i jump right in a Phantom

Had your mama on crack cause of service

Im just living my life with a burden, i hop in a (?) and i’m closing the curtain

(?) look right in your eyes and you down in your soul i can tell that you

hurting

You want the (?) you want soft you want hard you want kush you want molly thats

perfect

Ricky-Ricky-Ricky James

Got a vicky made of change

Started grinding harder than i ever did before and then i got the fame