Pull Up We Scorin Like Damian Lillard Lyrics

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Lyrics Details: Pull Up We Scorin Like Damian Lillard Lyrics is sung by BigKayBeezy and this song was released in September 16, 2020.

Pull Up We Scorin Like Damian Lillard Lyrics

[Verse 1: BigKayBeezy & Polo G]
I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag
Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad
Don't give a f^^k if you pissed, ni^^a, get mad
Or you can bi^^h and get killed with your bi^^h a^^
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip a^^
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do s^^t a^^
bi^^h, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff a^^
Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?"
I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that
Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at
If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac
ni^^as be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat
Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bi^^h-slapped (Talk too much)
Actin' too tough get your bi^^h wrapped up (Goofy a^^)
I can make four blunts out a bi^^h like, "Huh?"
I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the f^^k is a dutch?
And my coupe automatic like f^^k is a clutch?
And you still rocking PacSun, boy, you a bum
Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan
I'm smoking broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with the Glocky, think I got a fetish
Kush in my pocket, this s^^t hella smelly
Little Caesars my Glock, keep that bi^^h hot and ready
Finna be summer, go pull out the shirts
And go pull out the shovels and water the dirt
ni^^as been so-called lookin' for me
'Fore I hide from a ni^^a, I'm poppin' him first
If you my bi^^h, then you gotta be pretty and with it
Like, "Bae, put the Glock in your purse"
f^^k up your life like some crack or a curse
Got a bi^^h with a pipe in the back of the vert
Thinking s^^t sweet could turn matters to worse
Go from Cadillac trucks to a Cadillac hearse
Act like you poppin', get popped like a Perc'
Front like he got it, we rob him, that's merch
Go through his wallet and all of his merch
f^^k what you call it, I call it some work
And I'm constantly balling like Caris LeVert
I ain't f^^kin' her raw even off of this Perc' (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Polo G]
Catch him in traffic, go ape and gorilla (Skrrt)
Pull up, we scorin' like Damian Lillard
He say he ain't mean it, well, ain't he a killer?
This clip make him dance like he makin' a Triller
Love it so much, he just makin' it realer
Was tough on the 'net, now his face in a Swisher (bi^^h)
Lil' bro a quarterback, keep throwin' bullets
Hot s^^t in his stomach, start bakin' his liver
All of my lil' ni^^as earthquake gang
'Cause they tryna make somethin' shake off a jigga
I'm from up north, droppin' rakes with the hitter (Gang, gang, gang)
Ten licks in the field like we play for the Steelers
Back in the day, I'd snooze off the drank
Double cup with the gang, drop an eight in a pitcher
Come on the block and we pa^^ed her around
Heard you lovin' that ho and you faithfully kissin' (Hah)
They know my s^^t ringin' all through the city
They speak on my name, but that's only a^^umptions (bi^^h)
I go by Capalot, I used to post up at West off the X lookin' ugly or somethin' (Gang, gang, gang)
Roll with some real ones, free Lil Jo and Wooski
'Cause bi^^h ni^^as know how my brothers was comin'
Ball like I'm Ed and I'm shootin' like Lil Bid
And I'm just gon' do it like Dirk when I'm stuntin'
I told my shorties to empty them clips
They said, "Big bro, we ain't suit up for nothin'"
Shots from this pump, like Lil Ricky, he runnin'
Uh, blow this four-oh like a trumpet (Boom-boom)
It ain't no question my lil' bro a dog
He gon' leave s^^t on the floor when he dumpin'
Might make the news or somethin' for thinkin' s^^t sweet
Caught a shot to the face, now he skunkin'

[Outro: BigKayBeezy]
I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag
Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad
Don't give a f^^k if you pissed, ni^^a, get mad
Or you can bi^^h and get killed with your bi^^h a^^
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip a^^
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do s^^t a^^
bi^^h, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff a^^
Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?"
I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that
Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at
If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac
ni^^as be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat
Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bi^^h-slapped

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