Baby Surf (feat.Baby Smoove)
Surf God
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Thought I was from the d How I moved that bag Now I'm doing shit old niggas Wish they had Now I'm fucking bitches Niggas capped and said they smashed Pulling up in shit You can't pronounce Might make you gag You doing dirt an take a l You can't be mad Karma cleaned me up Fresh start wheres my mask Time to get it back Won't catch me sitting on my ass Ya bitch look at me An see sum shit she never had She look at you An see a foo she met in class Niggas quick to switch up For some pussy or ya sack Nah I ain't no goofy Niggas best friend be a rat Then they be surprised When the whole gang go out sad Stacking up random finances That's what surf's about Niggas didn't catch on to it So I had to spell it out That means ima get the cash We running each an every route You niggas be scared to make a move Because the jakes is out Let's get it on Turn on some marvin gaye An hit the road Wont let these pigs stop me From bringing all my chicken home Get in my zone when im alone I had the wood too long Lost a couple swerves cause Niggas couldn't watch they tone How you the plug an ya dog hurt But he can't get a bone Same nigga that Ill give five Just to get you gone Call me rubber band man Nah I'm not ya friend man Only nigga I let up in pockets Is a dead man Popping off these rockets Fit inside my pocket F*ck a chopstick I want all the profit Give me the sack I bet I can knock it If I dreamed about Woke my ass An went an got it These niggas keep on doubting It's ok my car still up more mileage Ima keep on stacking bands Till they fall Use to pass the rock Like I was scared to shoot the ball Catch me while I'm shopping I ain't scared to shot the mall Let him keep on talking shit I ain't scared to touch em all Rule number one What I teach you is the law Levels to this shit Don't get yo pockets stuck on pause Head up on a swivel Watch these bitches an yo dawg Get the game an run wit it Twelve will catch you if you jog Twelve a never catch me In a v-twelve now bout to do A high speed An I did it on my own Cant nobody stop me My nigga still down the way Heading out with roxys Why you all in my business I be loading up But got niggas in the kitchen Look at us an them You can tell theirs a difference One-eighty on the dash I'm not stopping for a ticket I just went up again You couldn't pay the old ticket Having dreams that I'm rich Why I see it so vivid Nobody else play you Why you mad ion play you Brought my buyer to the hood He'll pull up to the trenches Took my buyer out to eat Cause he change how I'm living Pouring up everyday Now it's really my prescription I had gave Niggas game I can tell they ain't listen Talking loose on the gram He done really came missing
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