Turn Up The Night Upchurch & Bottleneck

[Intro: Bottleneck & Upchurch]
Check
Bottleneck
What up son, what you doin' boy
Gettin' it
Yeah

[Chorus: Upchurch]
We pull up, we turn heads
Got the parkin' lot poppin' with them old school jams
We show up, we show off
We got the cops called for us revvin' up the exhaust
It's all good around here
Just don't let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer
And when the blue lights fade and Barney Fife's out of sight
(We gon', we gon', we we we) We gon' turn up the night

[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Baby I'm the parkin' lot junkie
Pull up in something stuntin' with both my Mickey T's rubbin'
Mossberg in the back if you wanna get it sluggin'
And when I'm sippin' a Jim Beam I tend to get destructive
Hell I'll reckon y'all, comin' like a wreckin' ball
Don't bother nobody, but can Connor McGregor your ass a broken jaw
Had 'em lookin' at me like "Who the fuck is this guy?"
Well I'm Upchurch bitch and you're chick in my 4-wheel drive
And I don't change for nobody, not money, not fame
No trucks, no clothes, no TV, no way