Pull up to the store
About 20 after 4
Go in the out door
Begin the outro
Throw down a couple twenties
For some Tennessee Honey
And a 30 rack of Rocks
And some Swishers by the box
Walk out the in door
I spark my indoor
Got me on another planet
Ewok, Endor
Whippin speedy like arriba
Shotgun my senorita
Bottle run for tequila
A lotta rum and sangria
If you ever put the pedal to the metal
Then you settle on a new level
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Cooling at the party
Ain't think it be turnt up
Homies in the back say they bout to burn up
Breaking down the Swishers and rolling up the good
Ciroc got it with me c'mon you knew I would
Red cups flowing go ahead and fill em up
Shorty bending over taking the shots I feel her butt
Damn
My bad
Shit was looking good so you know I had to grab
Turn around licking her lips
She took another shot
Look me up and down said
Meech you gotta grab it like this
I told her
Look
You the one that poured the double shots
You knew I'd get lost all up in that bubble butt
I shoot from deep
But it wasn't a subtle shot
I'll take another shot
Then roll up on another spot
Look
It's way too loud
We about to hit a kick-back right across town
Grab the wraps and a bottle of the Crown
Me and Meech no cap
Got a lot of new sound
Like a lost and found
Freestyling
Drinking shit thats how we get down
If you coming then come on
Because we leaving right now
Grab the bottles
And the weed
Good music is all we need
Me and West rolling with me
So we staying sucker free
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Staying sucker free
T-Yak - Pull Up (feat. M.E.E.C.H) Lyrics
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Pull up to the store
About 20 after 4
Go in the out door
Begin the outro
Throw down a couple twenties
For some Tennessee Honey
And a 30 rack of Rocks
And some Swishers by the box
Walk out the in door
I spark my indoor
Got me on another planet
Ewok, Endor
Whippin speedy like arriba
Shotgun my senorita
Bottle run for tequila
A lotta rum and sangria
If you ever put the pedal to the metal
Then you settle on a new level
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Cooling at the party
Ain't think it be turnt up
Homies in the back say they bout to burn up
Breaking down the Swishers and rolling up the good
Ciroc got it with me c'mon you knew I would
Red cups flowing go ahead and fill em up
Shorty bending over taking the shots I feel her butt
Damn
My bad
Shit was looking good so you know I had to grab
Turn around licking her lips
She took another shot
Look me up and down said
Meech you gotta grab it like this
I told her
Look
You the one that poured the double shots
You knew I'd get lost all up in that bubble butt
I shoot from deep
But it wasn't a subtle shot
I'll take another shot
Then roll up on another spot
Look
It's way too loud
We about to hit a kick-back right across town
Grab the wraps and a bottle of the Crown
Me and Meech no cap
Got a lot of new sound
Like a lost and found
Freestyling
Drinking shit thats how we get down
If you coming then come on
Because we leaving right now
Grab the bottles
And the weed
Good music is all we need
Me and West rolling with me
So we staying sucker free
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Staying sucker free
About 20 after 4
Go in the out door
Begin the outro
Throw down a couple twenties
For some Tennessee Honey
And a 30 rack of Rocks
And some Swishers by the box
Walk out the in door
I spark my indoor
Got me on another planet
Ewok, Endor
Whippin speedy like arriba
Shotgun my senorita
Bottle run for tequila
A lotta rum and sangria
If you ever put the pedal to the metal
Then you settle on a new level
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Cooling at the party
Ain't think it be turnt up
Homies in the back say they bout to burn up
Breaking down the Swishers and rolling up the good
Ciroc got it with me c'mon you knew I would
Red cups flowing go ahead and fill em up
Shorty bending over taking the shots I feel her butt
Damn
My bad
Shit was looking good so you know I had to grab
Turn around licking her lips
She took another shot
Look me up and down said
Meech you gotta grab it like this
I told her
Look
You the one that poured the double shots
You knew I'd get lost all up in that bubble butt
I shoot from deep
But it wasn't a subtle shot
I'll take another shot
Then roll up on another spot
Look
It's way too loud
We about to hit a kick-back right across town
Grab the wraps and a bottle of the Crown
Me and Meech no cap
Got a lot of new sound
Like a lost and found
Freestyling
Drinking shit thats how we get down
If you coming then come on
Because we leaving right now
Grab the bottles
And the weed
Good music is all we need
Me and West rolling with me
So we staying sucker free
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Pull up to the function
Roll up playing funk shit
Float up to the front and
Hear the sub punching
Staying sucker free
Writer: Taylor Yoke
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid