Pull Up To Da Light - T-Rock

Now you can catch me ridin 24's or better

Sittin high as the sky makin cheddar

Sittin on leather I’m a ride til I die

I’m too clever to be setup 45 on my side

Do whatever never let up peep the size of my tires

Now you can tell that I’m gutter and high as a motherfucker

Fly as a motherfucker peelin out I burn rubber

Got you lookin at a hustler with the caddy

Flippin colors I’m crushin you suckers

Boxed in on reefa bout to smother

See me cruising through the city lookin laid in the shade

Turnin corners on corona bout to blaze up the hay

Every move I make I promise I get paid from the play

I supply the niggas sellin purple haze everyday

I go for broke chasing paper trying to pull a greater caper

Shippin keys from Marietta all the way to Decatur

With with the brain of a playa, got the game in my favor

Pullin bitches from Asia back to the border of Jamaica

Tuesday I’m ridin Monte Carlo Cutlass with the bang in the back

Television in it symbolize the fame of a mack

I’m so high and trippin checkin out the dames on the track

If you lames come attackin with the thang I react

I keep a Glock with 17 in the chamber for you suckers

Nothing but flammable lead and anger for you suckers

You in danger mothafucker when I aim I bust a busta

With everything in the clip and give him pain above no other

Enough of that I’m bout to get off at the avenue

I creep hit 120 with a redbone passenger

With me I can’t deny she hella freaky

I’m attracted to the freak I got her suckin me and serving

All the passion I release

She said she was a virgin but she slurpin while I’m purvin

Lil mama a head surgeon takin all that I’m dispersin

When she do it I release all of the tension I’m conserving

It’s closed curtains I drop the hoe off and continue swervin

Right before I hit the exit I’m a ball at the light

Peep the plot I’m goin shopping at the mall before the night

Check the way the rims turning fo dey crawl outta sight

Your hoe amazed bet I’m strokin in her jaws fo tonight

A playa plugged for whatever I’m in love with my cheddar

They fuckin my candy paint and makin love to my leather

I’m a thug so whatever is above know I never leave home

Without chiefin on about a dub what a pleasure

15's in the trunk and after every drop it quake

You can hear a nigga beatin at the bottom of the state

Since I’m beatin ridin big boy I’m watchin for the fake

I’m even peepin out the bad bitches plottin in my face

Cause even hoes wanna leech and I’m exposin the secret

Bitches can get it too a bullet hole in the cleavage

24's on the feet outta control it’s the season

For hard workers to finally see the goal they achievin