Pull Up Proper

Intro
Indicators flash
Night air thick
Queue at the gate
Engine tick tick tick (skrrt)

Verse 1
I pull up proper
Fresh plate, still got the paper
Widebody, cutting through vapour
Neighbourhood hate, I’ll see you later
Lines on the road, and they blur when I slide
Four deep in the ride, all eyes on my side
Talk big mileage, I talk big pride
You talk big noise, but your whip sounds tired
Concrete cold, but the tyres stay warm
Rain on the bonnet, it beads, it forms
Snapback low when I swarm that swarm
Every man here tryna outdo form

Chorus
Pull up proper, doors swing wider (yeah)
Whole lane shake when I touch that slider
Bass in the back make the dashboard shiver
Big boy stance, make the crowd get bigger
Pull up proper, lights all brighter (brighter)
High viz jacket, still look flyer (fly)
Hands in the air for the late-night drivers
If you came dead, then the meet revive ya (woo)

Verse 2
Talk about speed? I’ve seen that limit
Talk about style? I live that image
Old school shell with a brand new spirit
One turn key and the whole block feel it
Valves chat back when I tap that pedal
Redline flirt, that’s a dance with the devil
Number plate lean, that’s a subtle little rebel
Every small mod takes the flex one level
Snap on the ‘gram, that’s a quick-time flex
Van in the corner tryna film that test
Mates in the back just laugh, no stress
Cos the route mapped out and the fuel full, blessed

Pre-Chorus
Hazards on as we roll in slower
Two-step pop when I ease it over
Everyone watch when the revs climb over
Drink get dropped when they smell that odour (petrol)

Chorus
Pull up proper, doors swing wider
Whole lane shake when I touch that slider
Bass in the back make the dashboard shiver
Big boy stance, make the crowd get bigger
Pull up proper, lights all brighter
High viz jacket, still look flyer
Hands in the air for the late-night drivers
If you came dead, then the meet revive ya

Bridge
Left fog, right dipped, I glide (glide)
One lane, two lane, I slide (slide)
If you know that feel, then ride (ride)
Engine talk that truth, no lie (no lie)
Who’s got the cleanest coat?
Who’s got the loudest throat?
Who’s got the smoothest float?
Whole strip know when I roll, that’s–

Chorus
Pull up proper, doors swing wider (hey)
Whole lane shake when I touch that slider
Bass in the back make the dashboard shiver
Big boy stance, make the crowd get bigger (bigger)
Pull up proper, lights all brighter
High viz jacket, still look flyer
Hands in the air for the late-night drivers
If you came dead, then the meet revive ya (pull up)
Pull up proper, doors swing wider
Late-night kings, we the all-nighters!