Lyrics

[Intro] This is trap music! Aye Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, nigga MKE in this bitch, nigga Ay, what? [Verse 1] Aye, walk up in the party, all the hoes tryna fuck True Religion jacket with my Robin jeans on Baby, I ain't tryna cuff, tryna put my team on Baby, I ain't Bill Withers, you can never lean on [Chorus] I swag, I surf, I swag, I surf I swag, I surf, bitch, I swag, I surf Nigga try to run up on me, I'ma put him in the dirt Nigga mad I took his bitch, that's why that lil nigga hurt I swag, I surf, I swag, I surf I swag, I surf, bitch, I swag, I surf Nigga try to run up on me, I'ma put him in the dirt Nigga mad I took his bitch, that's why that lil nigga hurt, aye [Verse 2] Oh, that was yo girl? I thought I recognized her We be gettin' freaky, eat the pussy like an appetizer I be steady screamin' fuck the law, I am not abiding If that's your bitch, why she steady riding? [Chorus] I swag, I surf, I swag, I surf I swag, I surf, bitch, I swag, I surf Nigga try to run up on me, I'ma put him in the dirt Nigga mad I took his bitch, that's why that lil nigga hurt I swag, I surf, I swag, I surf I swag, I surf, bitch, I swag, I surf Nigga try to run up on me, I'ma put him in the dirt Nigga mad I took his bitch, that's why that lil nigga hurt, aye [Outro] Swag Nigga, swag, I surf, swag, I surf, nigga I'ma put him in the dirt, yeah That's why that lil nigga hurt