Yachtson - Pour Up 'n' Pullout lyrics

[Verse 1: atcreams] Watch me pour up and pullout Apple bottom from the south Only reason she around So I can pour up and pullout Hoes, you know be going in and out! Chilling, rubbing, f**ing in the shower Get my nut in, dipping in an hour Ain't nothing, loving then I'm out Finna stuff the oven, my couch Coming up by hustle, I'm 'bout I'm back from the dirty deep south Me and raiden spit flames out the mouth Run now or we getting kicked out. Of the bleachers Get caught by either, just not policia When I see them I be leaving where I'm at I got reefer and latinas with those bootys that be fat And they always hit me back Just ask raiden 'bout his pad, out in Bama that he had For two months boy when we stayed together Be too much boy when we rage together Made too much boy, went suede to leather Yeah we made it better, when we stayed together (Creams A T) [Verse 2: Yachtson] They didn't think the track would slap the way it did, aye! I got a nosebleed and you know my blood is thin, aye! Austin women love me, b**h I'm Clint Eastwood! We breeded higher and we don't smoke unless it's backwoods! And WE do not smoke unless it's backwoods They don't like it when they see us in their neighborhoods I'm repping MK on my wrist, and on my TV And your girlfriend fix her hair everytime she sees me I'm glad I gotta keep these rappers on my list, aye! I could tell her booty thinking 'bout my fist, AYE! Mooching when she see us in that 'Cedes And she know he got it for the low and wanna have his babies, oh yeah! Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yah yah! Aye aye, aye aye, aye aye! [Verse 3: atcreams] Hand on a pitcher with another where you kneel 230 in the M and I'm finna seal they deal Georgia peach rear end, no question that it's real Finna pour up and pull out, and my hand ain't left the wheel! And if life's what you make it Then don't f** with no snake b**h Boy make sure that you pullout or you might catch a baby! Have you been pouring up that much lately Cuz I think your a** might mistake me For somebody with less money that you could be dating Pouring up, pulling out, call her up, break her down If you my honey I'll take you out Talking p**y to me, wanna smack your mouth If we hanging out then I'm blacking out Waking up with you, then I'll take you out Get you chik-fil-a, give you dick for days Pour up seperate, pullout separate ways [Verse 4: atcreams&Yachtson] Watch me pour up and pull out! Liquor boy, now watch me drown! Won't pick her up, won't hit the town! Sneak Out we don't make a sound! [Verse 5: Yachtson] Sneak Out! I Heard they riding on the lowkey! Beyond the floor is what you don't see Why everybody in the valley wanna know me Man I think they're lonely T-town repping Tony! [Verse 6: atcreams] On the radio in the 530 Now watch me flow like I'm fabio When I, kick it with these b**hes, Ralph Maccio Got 'em rolling with me everywhere I go! When I dab away, I'm a champ today You a pour up b**h, no you can't stay! Take your poor a** home girl, the Uber is waiting Who the f** is you girl? We ain't dating! Hoes get cold, Ima leave them waiting Night is still young girl, just be patient Refresh the basics: Lessons the latest, may sin boy, don't worship satan! Caught a hater's body put him in the basement In the shed, JK boy I'll pipe your girl instead Back of the Benz, poured up some gin, pulled up again!