Lyrics

[Hook: Surf] I had to leave that hoe alone Cause that bitch trash Go get the bag I'm blowing strong I'm blowing gas Two hunnid on the dash I might crash I don't want no problems with these broke boys, nah I don't want no problems with these broke boys, nah You don't want no problem with me broke boy, nah You don't want no problem with me broke boy, ay [Verse 1: Surf] Run up on me wrong and you'll get murked boy I'll leave your body chilling six feet in the dirt boy Comme Des Garcons, chilling on my shirt boy Leave that hoe alone, 'fore your feelings hurt boy I'm a hot boy, they should call me Turk boy But I'm a wavy boy, so they call me Surf boy I be in the field, I be in the turf boy I seen the streets for real, I ain't have to lurk boy See I just took your hoe, I ain't have to flirt boy And I just do this shit, I ain't have to learn boy Everything I own, know I had to earn boy Get them pockets full, get them pockets firm boy She can't get inside my whip if she ain't bad Hit it from the back, I got her fingers on the glass Had to leave that girl alone, 'cause she treated me bad Could've gave you my last But, haha [Hook: Surf] I had to leave that hoe alone Cause that bitch trash Go get the bag I'm blowing strong I'm blowing gas Two hunnid on the dash I might crash I don't want no problems with these broke boys, nah I don't want no problems with these broke boys, nah You don't want no problem with me broke boy, nah You don't want no problem with me broke boy, ay [Verse 2: Surf] I blocked your number Send me your letter You want to see me Get on my schedule Your nigga want to be me Tell him get on my level I popped a perc-y tonight I'm finna dance with the devil Okay I'm balling too hard, yeah I might get a foul I been going to hard These niggas throwing the towel, yeah You smoking loud, what? That's just a quiet I'm smoking good gas You niggas just smoke on a diet I got my bank account looking like somebody high mileage I got my ex-bitches trying to repair all of they vices I got my old haters tryna hit me up for advice I got my Nina and my Glocky that shits sugar and spice [Hook: Surf] I had to leave that hoe alone Cause that bitch trash Go get the bag I'm blowing strong I'm blowing gas Two hunnid on the dash I might crash I don't want no problems with these broke boys, nah I don't want no problems with these broke boys, nah You don't want no problem with me broke boy, nah You don't want no problem with me broke boy, ay