Swag Surf ( Produced by EasyMoneyCaleb )

i was hurt for way too long, i can’t go back and i can’t be humble 
wrapped up down wit the rats and the roaches, life still feel like a jungle 
yea momma gave birth to a star so I’m walkin around wit that thunder
gettin a sack n moving in silence they wait on the kid to fumble

(rip yams)

yea she my type but i’m not even typing this bitch, ima tell her come thru and get lumber 
alla these designer drugs, they filling my lungs, i think that they pulling me under 
yea i got work to put in, but hoes at my crib, i tell em to fuck on each other 
n some blood will get shed, ion got no regret, i do anything jus for my brudda
 
fit matching the cutter
blow bags, then get me another 
this bitch bout to roll me another
I lied i told her i love her 

but i fell in love wit blue strips
i’m gon fail if I take a piss
talking money then im taking on all the risk
smoking good wit a bad ho at the Ritz 
supermodel so she only really eating ritz (should b in vogue fr)
down south ho love the sugar in her grits (love her the most fr)
but ain’t shit sweet naw naw you still get blitzed 
aint hittin at all naw naw we send them hits

hell yea whats poppin, hit the hoe with the bird man hands she get to flockin 
yea what’s poppin, i jus walked in poppin my shit i ain’t doin no talkin 
hell yea what’s goin, got this John wick shit by my side even when I’m performing 
And yea I’m gone, ima keep on ballin even if my ankles torn, ok leh go

WRONG ( Prod By TrackTeamAtl )

oksurf

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