I Might Pull Up and Serve You a Pound on a Four Wheeler Lyrics

I Might Pull Up and Serve You a Pound on a Four Wheeler Lyrics. The song name is On the River which is sung by Young Dolph

I Might Pull Up and Serve You a Pound on a Four Wheeler Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Pretty white bitches sniffin’ cocaine
My trap house live like the Soul Train, yeah
I had a dream when I was a young nigga (Me too)
Bad bitches (And a lot of money), yeah
Big pound of weed in that motherfucker
Whole lotta foreigns (Gang gang), yeah (Yeah)
Millions on top of millions

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (Hell nah)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (No thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass (Woo)
All I smoke is killer (Strong), your bitch look like Thriller (Damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (Skrrt)
You fuckin’ with the realest (Yeah), don’t know a nigga realer, ayy, yeah
I can show you how to make that money triple (Work)
Took her out to eat (Then what?), fucked her on the river (Uh)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Syrup sipper, and she full of that liquor (Yeah)
Took her out to eat, fucked her on the river (Yeah)
She started with me first, pullin’ on my zipper (Yeah)
She thickalicious, so you know I had to hit her
Goddamn, hell nah, boy, you know I didn’t kiss her (No)
I’m from Memphis, you know I thought about pimping her (Yup)
Hah, G’s up, hoes down (Down)
I might break a bitch like I break down a pound, yeah
Want the work for cheap, jump on a plane, go out of town
Yeah, you see that boy ain’t solid, make that pussy stay from ’round
All I wanna do is count money and lay up with my lil’ bitch (Ayy)
Rich niggas ain’t dumb, dumb niggas ain’t rich, you dig? (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (Hell nah)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (No thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass (Woo)
All I smoke is killer (Strong), your bitch look like Thriller (Damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (Skrrt)
You fuckin’ with the realest (Yeah), don’t know a nigga realer, ayy, yeah
I can show you how to make that money triple (Work)
Took her out to eat (Then what?), fucked her on the river (Uh)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa & Young Dolph]
All I smoke is killer (Strong)
Gotta shout out Killa (Hey)
See me in the club, I be standing next to killers (Woah)
Got a crib in Cali, so my car ain’t got no ceilings (Drop)
Smellin’ like that KK when I walk into the building (Hey, hey)
Bankroll, tryna get another million (Racks)
Get jammed up, he gon’ sing like Bryson Tiller (Damn)
Garage look like the dealer (Haha)
Y’all don’t look familiar (Who is you?)
Plus I rep them Steelers (Yeah)
Don’t care what the bill is (Uh-huh)
Buy it all, buy it all, buy it all
Met the bitch on the first night, she gon’ try it all
I feel bad for her nigga ’cause he keep tryna call
Got her over at my crib, she’ll be back to you tomorrow
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (Hell nah)
If she ain’t got ass, I don’t wanna smash (No thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass (Woo)
All I smoke is killer (Strong), your bitch look like Thriller (Damn)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (Skrrt)
You fuckin’ with the realest (Yeah), don’t know a nigga realer, ayy, yeah
I can show you how to make that money triple (Work)
Took her out to eat (Then what?), fucked her on the river (Uh)

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