Song Details: We Gone Pull Up With Them Sticks And Hop Out With Them Choppas Lyrics written by EY3ZLOWBEATZ & YNW Melly. The name of the song is Virtual (Blue Balenciagas) which is sung by YNW Melly
We Gone Pull Up With Them Sticks And Hop Out With Them Choppas Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young n World
Young n Way, yeah
EY3ZLOW on the beat
[Chorus]
We gon’ pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody
f all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that’ll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six’s, two-two-three
[Verse 1]
With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray
Young n World, Young n Way until my dying day
You ain’t ’bout that action, boy, let’s not pretend
Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends
It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again
And if they out when you come back then b , you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bend
[Chorus]
We gon’ pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody
f all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that’ll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six’s, two-two-three
[Verse 2]
Two-two-three, AR-15’s
Carbon-9’s, they all on me
f with me, you get murked
It ain’t s to put a p n on a shirt
f all that talking, we all ’bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These n ain’t really on it, they p
I swear to God all these n dramatic
Hold up, actually, I wanna f her
p run up, we gon’ put him on a t-shirt
With it, yeah, with it
Pull up on him with a TEC, huh
Run up on me, you get wet, n
f with me, that you’ll regret
I got some n who really be with it
You n p , you p or friendly
You n p , you don’t want no action
All of my n gon’ turn you to past tense
We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh
Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down
f with us, you get murked, facts, n
Big B’s, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat, n
[Chorus]
We gon’ pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody
f all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that’ll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six’s, two-two-three
[Outro]
Yeah, Melly, baby
And I’m back, yeah, yeah-eah
I’m on a whole ‘nother f ‘ wave, bro
Can’t even swim with this s I’m spittin’, hah
(Young n World, baby
Young n World, baby
Young n Ways, yeah yeah)
Floatin’
I’m with them sharks, f n
For real, hey
