Surfin'

Yea yea Yea I'm in the cut and I'm sippin on bourbon (Bourbon) The way you strut I can tell that ya nervous (Nervous) I bought ya girl a brand new Birkin (Birkin) Only did it cause she put the work in These niggas clowns they belong in the circus (Yea) Keep my head on a swivel I know they been lurking (Yea) I keep my head up but I watch for the serpents (Yea aw yea aw yea) These niggas be dusty, get me some jergens I should sent y'all niggas an invoice (Oou) just for making you relevant I'm sorry nigga but you left me with no choice, imma need my settlement Why'd you have to go and turn on me (Turn on me) I thought we were brethren It turns out I was wrong all along (Damn) I really don't know the man I (I) I (I) Was in the dark for too long (Too long) Now I'm out here and I'm too strong (Too strong) Now is my year I'm "2 on" (2 On) They folded on me like some futons Man they used me like a coupon They been diggin' all my new songs Now they all gotta move on They wasn't fucking with the movement til shit started moving (On gah) They talk big shit in they captions but they never ever do shit (For real) They way too busy cappin', snapbacks and fitteds Y'all boys ain't foolin' anybody, I know I'm a witness

I watched them all switch sides I'm observin' Now they wanna ride on my wave like they surfin' (Yea) How did all the bottom feeders make it to the surface? (How) They say that they love me to death I know they perpin' I watched them all switch sides I'm observin' Now they wanna ride on my wave like they surfin' (Yea) How did all the bottom feeders make it to the surface? (How) They say that they love me to death I know they perpin'

Niggas talkin' all that hot shit I'm the type to make the top lift Prolly see me with a bad bitch Fell in love with the stackin' Niggas wanna ride my wave But they couldn't surf it even if I passed it Bitches keep comin' to a nigga Man I swear to God I'm like a magnet Yo team vs. my team wouldn't happen Whole different bracket Sorry yea I'm kinda bragging Ya shorty love me with a passion Yo chains fake nigga Like MJ, this shit dancing On a plane when I wrote this Rolex on just landed Ouuu weeee, shawty, call me papi Schmurder niggas call me Bobby Got more sauce than teriyaki Ice on me we call dat hockey Yeah I'm up they wouldn't listen Young nigga wit a pension Younger killers, penitention (Penitentiary) Bet they'll get your attention (Yea)