[Intro]
SurfGang, bitch

[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
Yeah, I told brodie don't pass me no Henny
That's for the thots, that's what get 'em ready
You finna bust and put mata and get in her belly
If I call you my friend and you start movin' funny, I'll fuck around and pull me a Melly
My shooters pull up with chopsticks, yeah, this shit starting to feel like karate
Yeah, bitch, I get rich like I'm Roddy
See me an opp, spin the block with the GAT and the Tommy
They mad I don't fuck with nobody
Even though I'm Angelic, you talkin' that shit, man, this shit could get slimey
I'm from the hole with the skillers and scammers, this shit could get grimey

[Verse 1: Pasto Flocco]
Oh, this busy, lit
Bag, what I gotta get
Got the pole on me, gotta limp
I’ll beat a n***a with my fist
Movie, we finna make it a movie
Shorty bad, bring your bestie, make a two piece
I am not wasting no bullets, you know that I'm shootin' to kill
Whatchu mad for? 'Cause I'm the only n***a that was keepin' it real
He a sad boy, smokin' an opp out the Backwood
Hold only Runtz in the Backwood
Only worry 'bout money, I need more
Get some money and cop me a X4
Ol' black suburban, a big boy
Spinnin' a Honda, n***a's spinnin' a two door
Got the drop from my thot and I know where you stay and we spin and we spin to your front door
Big Glock, this shit just a new toy
He a stain, then we gon' pick him off
Bitch I'm all in her belly, all up in the tenny
Off the Henny, pullin' her wig off
Bitch, you better have respect when you come to my crib
Lil' bitch, better take your shoes off
.223, that bitch scoring like Jordan
Four-fifth, n***a, feelin' like Kay Roy
He be scammin' off Bitcoin, he can't afford it
I be like fuck the past, n***a, I can't rewind it
N***a, fuck all my old hoes, n***a, I regret it
Shorty sent the risky test, she got horny when I read it
N***a, if we friends and you ain't getting no money, n***a, gotta dead it
And my uncle a thief in the night how he flippin' them and packs and you know he be sellin'
[Verse 2: Moh Baretta]
It's a lituation, got a lot goin' on
I just popped a banana, on the way to Mars
And might geek up off a Xanny bar
She fuck with the kid 'cause she know I'm a star
I got druggies I know just like it's Mardi Gras
I got money wakin' me up with every call
That boy trap for real? Boy, you doin' it wrong
On the East side, we leave it hot then a pitch
Free the guy, promise over
Know I'm the one to call if they ending up in a piss
Only worried bout the fuckin' money, I ain't worried 'bout no fucking bitch
I was down bad but you know I had get up and startin' takin' risks
So I don't get what they mad for
'Cause I got the bitch of your dreams and I hit the shot from the back like a backboard
And her pussy so good I put her in Celine and whatever else that she ask for
Up until 5AM gotta pass all the fees, you know a bankroll what I ask for
SGB going hard for the rackaids, on the fast route to the cash with the crash doors

[Pre-Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
Movie, we finna make this shit lit
Shorty be talkin', shorty be talkin' that shit
But may be useful, make good use of your lips
Pull up to the splizzy, come over, you a treesh, come suck some dick

[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
Yeah, I told brodie don't pass me no Henny
That's for the thots, that's what get 'em ready
You finna bust and put mata and get in her belly
If I call you my friend and you start movin' funny, I'll fuck around and pull me a Melly
My shooters pull up with chopsticks, yeah, this shit starting to feel like karate
Yeah, bitch, I get rich like I'm Roddy
See me an opp, spin the block with the GAT and the Tommy
They mad I don't fuck with nobody
Even though I'm Angelic, you talkin' that shit, man, this shit could get slimey
I'm from the hole with the skillers and scammers, this shit could get grimey