Pullin Up Yo Trane

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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