Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pullin Up, artist - Yo Trane. Album song Waves In The Moonlight, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Wolf International
Song language: English
Pullin Up |
Searching for the wrong things |
Heading to the club, a place of nonsense |
People showing me fake love |
Bitches turning up with the thugs |
Rolling with the gang, what’s up? |
Pour me a drink, don’t want no Xans in my cup |
Only hustlers understand |
We work too hard, now we gon' play |
I’m pulling up in a Rover all black |
I needed help but they never called back |
I wanted love shawty never wrote back |
Now her closest bitches hanging with the crew because I’m next |
Well I know they don’t care about us |
Sadly tryna show off, ordered 20 bottles |
We should probably save instead of wasting dollars |
When I’m with my crew I’m always doing the wrong shit |
Yeah |
Smoking on that gas, sipping on drinks |
Dying slow and living fast, she don’t wanna think |
And the homies wanna flex, they throwing bands |
I remember waiting the bus when we were young |
Now I’m pulling up, pulling up on you |
Now I’m pulling up, pulling up on you |
Show me your love, you’re all that I need |
Without you all this cash don’t mean a thing |
Pour up that Moët, Parisian girls get so wet |
Make them change their old ways, throw it up, get ratchet |
Every time we get a check there’s a 80% we’ll blow it |
I never do this unless I’m drunk or high, now I’m both |
I’m thinking of those days when I was broke (I was broke) |
I was running through my city doing bad shit, shit |
This been going on and on for long |
Growing up, nigga we’re still growing up |
Ain’t no turning down 'cause we’re gon' keep going up, aye |
I just rolled a blunt, smoked my problems away, aye |
They didn’t listen what my grandfather said |
Rolling up, drinking till' I’m throwing up |
Cross faded up, wilding with the crew it’s getting late |
It’s 5 AM, I’m thinking 'bout us, might end up pulling up on you |
Smoking on that gas, sipping on drinks |
Dying slow and living fast, she don’t wanna think |
And the homies wanna flex, they throwing bands |
I remember waiting the bus when we were young |
Now I’m pulling up, pulling up on you |
Now I’m pulling up, pulling up on you |
Show me your love, you’re all that I need |
Without you all this cash don’t mean a thing |