[Intro: Polo Perks]
(Surf Gang, bitch)
Ay, uh
My lil bro start shooting get low
My lil bro start– (yuh)

[Verse 1: Polo Perks]
My lil bro start shooting, get low, ay
Skrrt off, gotta go
Smoking on this brand new opp pack, real exotic bowls
I’m with your bitch like “where the top at?”, I bet that you know
Yeah, you be posted where the cops at, yuh
We might have to put the poles on him, send lil bro on ‘em (pow, pow, pow)
He be flexing for them bitches, we gon’ send them hoes on him (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, I think he a fan, he claiming that we know him
Dont try to play me close, we might just [?] (ayy)

[Verse 2: Moh Baretta]
Post up with my kinfolk
You can catch me with the palm trees and I’m smoking big dope
He tryna act likе we connected but wе cut off, we didn’t know him (ayy)
Late night when I pop out, Dior when I hit the floor
Im on good gas, someone make a pitstop cause I gotta get some more
My whole gang get to the bands, we rock out just like Paramore
You be popping on pills that be breaking when they hit the floor (phew, ayy)
I'm in my glow and it’s locked down forevermore
When I’m too booted up I get stuck in a chair like Professor X
I stay scheming like I’m Eggman
I stay with my clan like Redman (ayy)
If you tryna go out then stick to the damn plan
(Surf Gang!)