Swag Surf

No ceilings Oh oh OK, I got this chrome on this Bugatti I'm strong in this Bugatti 2 v8's aint no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti Bitch I'm bad I'm worse I'll pass the purp' Don't fuck with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kurk I swear I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse OK I spazz, I curse You last, I'm first I'm on your ass like dirt Behind that cash, get murk I'm talkin' big shit nigga, join my hit list nigga What's the matter? check your bladder I'm the shit piss nigga Shoot the witness, nigga Whole court in the streets And convict this nigga Oh dickless nigga Man I'm runnin' with the blucka Young money motherfucka' U bet we gon' do our thing Well ain't it sunny in the summer And we coming for the comers And whoever among us And you kno' imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous I said T.I hold ya head And Mack hold ya head Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the feds And to my bloods, cold red Man you know how we plead And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I gotta pay I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense Stunt hard on these bitches I ain't promise tomorrow Now when they kicking it wit me like Nomar Garciaparra Flute rollin' killin' plants, they lil tune shop of horror? And we roll them bitches thick, make them look like Toccara (plus sized model) Man I'm to much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes The World is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed I love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor Gotta take care of them kids, man I kno' ya heard Obama And I love motor island, Atlantic in my backyard I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack yards Bitch I ball hard, breakin' all the back boards Pretty boy Floyd step up I will crack yours And even at the White House we pull up at the back doors Walk around like I'm thirty feet tall Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls And the Porche nine eleven like emergency calls Man I just be chillin', I'm cool like lu rall? Young money in the building, I'm puttin' up new walls Nigga take your Mrs Officer and set some new laws My flow is like rubbin two logs Young mula we the new shit and new drawers Now get off my dick, I aint fucking wit cha Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston Red bone do me good then her friend, her sister I mean her bitch, she never met her best friends a sister I leave her pussy Microsoft like windows vista Young tunche, pop that cucci for a goon hoe Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know East side who I do it for, eagle street right by the store Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck wit holly grove Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago But heaven or hell I hopin' that they be where I'm'a go Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show Still long hair, don't care, like a Navajo I'm the hardest shit go in your ass and search I smash this verse, and I swag and surf