Turn up the Night

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Bottleneck
What up son? What you doin' boy?
Gettin' it
Yeah!

We pull up, we turn heads
Got the parking lot pumpin' 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

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 sipping a Jim Beam, I tend to get destructive
Hell I'll reckon y'all, comin' like a wrecking 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 chicken my four-wheel drive
And I don't change for nobody, not money, not fame
No trucks, no girls, no TV, no way

We pull up, we turn heads
Got the parking lot pumpin' 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

Yes sir brother, we gon' turn up the night
Got a whole case of beer and a gallon of shine
Everybody lookin' when we pull in the scene
And got every Average Joe wanna jump on the team (ha-ha)
We keep the parkin' lot poppin' and the mud holes hot
And you know the beat knocks when the new shit drops (woo)
Just sipping out my cup in the bed of my truck (that's right)
And I'm drinkin' on the shine, testin' my luck
I'm hoping that the law don't take me to jail (aww, shit)
We gon' turn up the night and chase some more tail

We pull up, we turn heads
Got the parking lot pumpin' 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

Aww, shit

We pull up, we turn heads
Got the parking lot pumpin' 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