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 parkin' 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 the Barney Fife's outta sight

We gon', we gon', we-we-we

We gon' turn up the night

Baby, I'm the parking lot junkie

Pull up in somethin' stuntin' with both my Mickey T's rubbin'

Mossberg in the back if you wanna get it sluggin'

And when I'm sippin' a Jim Beam I tend to get destructive

Hell, I'll reckon y'all comin' like a wreckin' 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 checkin' my 4-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 parkin' 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 the Barney Fife's outta 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

We keep the parking lot poppin' and the mud holes hot

And you know the beat knocks when the new shit drops

Just sippin' out my cup in the bed of my truck

And I'm drinkin' on the shine, testin' my luck

I'm hopin' that the law don't take me to jail

We gon' turn up the night and chase some more tail

We pull up, we turn heads

Got the parkin' 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 the Barney Fife's outta sight

We gon', we gon', we-we-we

We gon' turn up the night

Aw, shit

We pull up, we turn heads

Got the parkin' 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 the Barney Fife's outta sight

We gon', we gon', we-we-we

We gon' turn up the night