Never Going Broke

Lyrics

[Intro: Surf] Ran up a bag with my gang and I'm never going broke (No) Broke (No) Broke (No) Broke (No) Broke (You ruin everything) [Verse 1: Surf] I'm finna ball, finna do like DeRozan I wake 'em up, finna do 'em like Folgers My shawty bad, she can't rock Fashion Nova Man, I'm fuckin' up, let me run that shit back (Yeah) I'm finna ball, wanna do like DeRozan I wake 'em up, finna do 'em like Folgers My shawty bad, she can't rock Fashion Nova Hollow tip blue out the front like it's Kroger Too many hits in my unreleased folder She gon' be mad when I tell her it's over I camе from the back to the front like Yoda I movе with my brothers, I feel like I'm Jonas Keep me a knot like a boy scout Go get your own route, gettin' annoyed now Smokin' Gelato, yeah, I got good loud Close all the windows, you lettin' the noise out [Chorus: Surf] Ran up a bag with my bros and I'm never going broke (Huh, no) Broke (Huh, no) Broke (Huh, no) Broke (Huh, no) Bitch, keep the WAP 'cause I swear, I just came for the throat (Huh) Throat (Huh) Throat (Huh) Throat (Huh) [Verse 2: Shingo!] Ayy, fuck all my exes Mm, nah, I need to be the bigger person Nah, fuck that Fuck all my exes, them bitches can die I keep a .45 by my side (Side) Or in a bag in the trunk, ain't no elephant Can't no lil' bitch take me out of my element My shooter tote the lil' pistol with elegance (Uh) I know he a rat and that's evident (Yeah) She suck it too long, need a peppermint (Yeah) Fuck that lil' ho, break her back, get a settlement (Settle) One of one needles, can't cop, give a estimate I know some shooters puttin' **** on my hit list Uppercut, sawed-off for take off your top lip She a lil' ho, take my dick out and top it Stay with a Glock, we get pressed, we gon' cock it He know not to run with that strap, he gon' drop it (Yeah) Ayy (Yeah) I gotta be the bigger man and walk it off Carry two sticks and pop out with a Audemar I pulled up at Jack and a Coke and start noddin' off I thought he was 'bout it, he not 'bout it, he don't pop at all Hol' on, let me take off my coat Don't really want blood on that letterman She want the nut on her face, I'm a gentleman You can't compare 'em to me 'cause I'm better than [Chorus: Surf] Ran up a bag with my bros and I'm never going broke (Huh, no) Broke (Huh, no) Broke (Huh, no) Broke (Huh, no) Bitch, keep the WAP 'cause I swear, I just came for the throat (Huh) Throat (Huh) Throat (Huh) Throat (Huh)