Pull Up

[Brennan Savage:]
Pull up, I hop out, 10 bans in the Fanny pouch
Cooling with [?], take a bitch without a doubt
Your bitch, take her out, show her 'round my side of town
She seen my shit blowing, she wanna know we popping out
Young boys be flexing, I might pull up in Texas
What you get for messing, cold dirt is so messy
She think I'm sexy, she know that I'm next year
Heat up my exterior, I told her don't text me
She want to blow me, pass it to my homie
DJ be rolling, we going off that potent
Yeah, we going off that potent
Hop on in, we going off that potent

[Pourtash:]
I pull up, I hop out, girl's on me like a Mickey Mouse
She feel me, I feel her, she invite me to her mansion house
Says, she don't fuck with broke boys, but the Cali-Indie is showing out
This girls like, I'm not a doubt, every time we lean, she scream and shout
I pull up, I hop out, narcotic money in the bank account
I know what she's all bout, popping pills in a fancy gown
It's yellow, it's shiny, so bright tho, the sun's down
We act like the movies, all you hear is surround sound
I pull up, I hop out, drop a bitch off at a friend's house
Make a scene, when I'm pulling out, one day I'll show you my amount
One day show you my amount