Sheek Louch - Pull Tha Cars Out lyrics

rate me

We make the club jump, every time we walk in this bitch

Yeah, we shining, you can tell my niggas is rich

Rose and patron at my throne, women at my feet

Staring like they want me to beat

This New York rap, I’m on the other side of the map

Now nigga play strap with a bitch on my lap

Back to back on the ftr, bitch cigar

You can tell as a star in one of these scars

Sheek go ghostface, yeah bird on the wrist

Mask on face, I the realest in this

Everybody trying, but they can’t do it like this

This don don is start, apparently they miss out

[Hook] x 2

Hey yo, pull tha cars out, we getting money over here

Them bottles on the table, the weed in the air

The women staring at us, the haters ice trilling

Wu block, you know we in the building

Every hood spot, they know me,

Loyal females who can just give me the twack

They show me, like I’m a big stock broker on wall street

I said nah, I’m the big drug dealer from 4e

A lot of guacamollie, know a lot of parolies

Slung in front a lot of these dellies eating canolies

I stay on the front line like private advancing airports

And live by the code, I’ma bust mine

Word, tony stark, shawty wob got her tongue in my ear

Don’t get a stain on my porscha

Light skin, says she a virgo, says she love my road game and my birgo

A baby ghost appeared from the blunt smoke

And lingered to her hair and set in her close

A bag ... 38 snug nose, I stole that

And still fuck her when the club close

[Hook] x 2

Hey yo, pull tha cars out, we getting money over here

Them bottles on the table, the weed in the air

The women staring at us, the haters ice trilling

Wu block, you know we in the building

Buck 50 on your face, hunned stacks on the car

I spin a rack to take it that rap back to mall

I’m a cash ruler, ruler zig zag alah

Get my money off the hook like I’m abdul jabar

Get my money off the book like Steve Hard...

Act hard, but they giving, they think like a man

But they back like they women

I never trust a broad with that ink god we trust

Only trust in god look at me

I’m what these little haters wanna be

I’m your man 50 grand that keep it 100g

I’m that block on fire it’s like 103

Rappers coming dime a dozen but they don’t come in the p

You finding me the q racks when you coming with cheese

And the people you come up with they become enemies

We got the city under siege

Where the titus ladies, where the titus... bees

[Hook] x 2

Hey yo, pull tha cars out, we getting money over here

Them bottles on the table, the weed in the air

The women staring at us, the haters ice trilling

Wu block, you know we in the building.