Pasto Flocco
Mental
[Intro]
Surf Gang, bitch
Yeah, go (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
N***a, your shooter gon' fold, know he don't got that pole on him
Big Snow Vick in the field like Mike Vick, I put that bone on you
I hit an opp with a Glock like a right stick, I put that chrome on him
N***a, my shooter official, that boy like a stripper, that pole on him
N***a, your shooter a bitch with the stick, Reggie Miller, he choked with it

[Verse]
N***as tryna do me nasty like I'm not gross with it (Surf Gang, Bitch)
If a n***a talk shit, get the head from his hoe and post that shit
This n***a switchin' for you, let the XD roast this n***a
This n***a lame as a bitch, I don't know why that hoe wanna roll with that n***a
My stick got a red light and green light, you know I'ma go on these n***as
See a thot bitch, know she gon' fuck on both them n***as, why she tryna get over them n***as?
Why my circle so small like a nipple?
He ain't cuffin', he coughed, need a tissue
If I'm drippin', my bitch is a drizzle
She petite but that ass got a jiggle
Tossin' bullets like he on a swivel
I'ma pop his lil' ass like a pimple
Let me borrow your ho' like a rental
Bitch, my shooter retarded, he mental
[Chorus]
N***a, your shooter gon' fold, know he don't got that pole on him
Big Snow Vick in the field like Mike Vick, I put that bone on you
I hit an opp with a Glock like a right stick, I put that chrome on him
N***a, my shooter official, that boy like a stripper, that pole on him
N***a, your shooter a bitch with the stick, Reggie Miller, he choked with it