Pull Up

Waiting for you to pull up Where you at, baby? Just like pull up It's just a blunt or two Getting loaded, do a kush up See the stars in your eyes when I look up, look up Go ahead lean your seat back Hit the blunt, baby, yeah, I didn't mean that Oh, yeah, oh, you like that Think I need my phone, yeah I'll be right back, right back We can keep it low-key like we on probation When you pull up, you start acting complicated Now we in the backseat creamed out, they Caucasian Turn the music to the max, playing motivation Eyes low, Cherry Pie, we fading You'll be mine, making different faces The speakers going dumb, different bases Usher Raymond, baby, got us trading places Pull up, pull up, pull up on me, on me, yeah I've been down to ride Oh, I'm your cocoa butter kisses, huh? Hoes be banging on my line like they missing something A phone work two ways, always flipping something Give me the blues on the set like I'm crip or something Lately you been on my mind like crazy Your type hard to find Oh baby, oh baby, oh "Where you at?" Pull up, pull up, pull up on me, on me, yeah I've been down to ride