SurfGang, b#tch
Hello, hello, hello
Yeah, yeah
Bodybag, zip ’em up, boy, you better call 911
Think fast, better reach for the gun
Chopper gon’ cook that boy like the sun
The same n#gg# that talk about me, f#ckin’ their b#tch to my songs
I’m controllin’ the game, yeah, get a real n#gg# to want you
I just scored an opp, yeah, swish, that’s an air ball
b#tch, I ball on these n#gg#s like Jimmy
I’m goin’ to the top, they wanna come with me
I hit up bro Sean, he keepin’ the glizzy
She said that she dizzy and she off a xanny
She come to the crib, she take off her panties
I’m stackin’ up bands, you stackin’ up pennies
You don’t wanna f#ck with me, got a strap on me
Got a shawty, fight vs., I’m not your wifey
She told me that she love me, b#tch, I’m not your wifey
Runnin’ the game, we gon’ slide here
Bodybag, zip ’em up, boy, you better call 911
Think fast, better reach for the gun
Chopper gon’ cook that boy like the sun
The same n#gg# that talk about me, f#ckin’ their b#tch to my songs
I’m controllin’ the game, yeah, get a real n#gg# to want you
Sweet life, b#tch, I’m lookin’ like Zach
I got a Glock, that boy, he get back
p#ss# n#gg#, make him run like it’s track
I call up bro Hat, yeah, scratch
He wipin’ his nose, slime, slatt
I call up the ghost, Casper
Unlimited time, I cannot just go back
You gotta go like a throwback
Bodybag, zip ’em up, boy, you better call 911
Think fast, better reach for the gun
Chopper gon’ cook that boy like the sun
The same n#gg# that talk about me, f#ckin’ their b#tch to my songs
I’m controllin’ the game, yeah, get a real n#gg# to want you
Oh, get a real n#gg# to want you, oh [Slatt
Get a real n#gg# to want you, oh [Slatt
Get a real n#gg# to— [Slatt
Get a real n#gg# to want you
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