Pullin Up - Yo Trane

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