Bottles (Surfin’)

Lyrics

[Intro] I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag Double cup in my hand [?] [Verse] I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag My partner say he down bad I threw his ass some cash My OG puffin' mid and my youngin's burnin' gas The dutchie burn slow but this money come fast I stay bruh, you know I stay these hoes they come and go fast Uh, I don't know if I can outlast Smokin' on this genjutsu She dancin' in the room off a fuckin' senzu Gave my side piece a No. 2 pencil Gold plate for me and my dental She say she like my [?] and I stretched the limo New bitches, new money, new hoes, new clothes My enemies, new foes, I can't keep my eyes closed I might hit up Italy to get froze with my bros I just get throat and Japanese with my woes I can never stress over no petty shit Bitch niggas love to bitch over petty shit Fetti shit, fetti shit I need that fetti bih When I'm old, I cut the candy like I'm flipping shit (Bans, bans, bans, bans, bans, bans, bans) Ay All I got is me, I keep it on lowkey Niggas broke, so they wanna blame me Niggas blame Keem, cause they baby mama leave Niggas hate the truth, so they blame it on the street Ralph Lauren jeans, I drink away my dreams Smoke crip blunts I guess that's, blue dream Red in the baby bottle guess we call it lean Niggas think they know me, I don't even know me Holdup, I'm that nigga that got niggas worried Holdup, I'm that nigga that got bitches twerkin' They got promoters in the club networkin' I got all y'all young niggas networkin' [Outro] (Workin', workin', workin') I'm surfin' I'm surfin' Ay, young nigga surfin' Thouxanfauni got you surfin' Thouxanbanfauni got these niggas surfin' Got these bitches surfin', surfin', surfin' Got these bitches surfin', ay, ay