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?
H**s 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
