lirik lagu bigshotjes, amadeus, swavo216 – surfers
[hook]
thanks to dat mud life
i get disrespectful
(what?!)
wit flows kinda sick
true sh~t
gotta bless you
its brooklyn & cleveland
who you tryna step to?!
(brooklyn!!)
gold coins ho boy
i need my bread foo
can’t win with the homie
no we cannot be cool
tap tap tap
bet i make him fall backwards
(bet i make him)
too many caught lacking, track him, pass him
d~mn son
swear i don’t know who to catch first
funds up
i’ma takeoff in a casper !
[verse 1: amadeus]
surfing the subways on mondays
and running the track while i’m
stacking my racks of money
taking a stroll down the ave
homie walked pass and he asked
why i’m acting so funny
i said i’m feeling myself
i think i’m love
i keep spending the bills on myself
im always k!lling myself
in the city that don’t sleep
always grinding never on e
got a dream and it’s on me
on god never all mе
cut a check, tell em call mе
we balling
shout out to bk, shout out to the homies
[verse 2: swavo216]
they surfin we makin the wave
(lets go)
gettin to the coins arcade
(cash)
smokin on gas no brakes
(inhale sound)
ran outta words i ain’t talkin to the jakes
(nah)
cut all the grass and i look for the snakes
but it’s hard for me to see em cuz the money in the way
how i rock balmain but i smoke dolce
(how you do that)
how i’m sit in one spot but i’m runnin 4
plays
(but you knew that)
aye 3 goats on one track are you ready
(you ready)
i slept on myself and i ran into freddy
(it was scary)
i layup tha pack wit finesse call it jelly
touchdown first play i went the hail mary
(yessirrrr)
no squares in the circle fake love it’ll hurt you the fact that you clean they wantin to dirt you. see the signs they tryna alert you 17 hanging out the bottom no curfew
off white drip man rip to virgil
gotta keep workin traffic we swervin
flexin on purpose fake shh allergic
rollin up purple i’m feeling like urkle
[verse 3: bigshotjes]
any beat, i’ll keep it saucy
i had to flip it too drippy
we run like a faucet
(too saucy)
i swear dat yo money too scrawny
dere’s no competition
in nothing this youngin’ done lost it
kept tweakin off of dem perkys
easy to flock him
promise
(promise)
get turnt into zombies
can’t be around moving wocky
bet you i’ll park it!
[hook]
thanks to dat mud life
i get disrespectful
(what?!)
wit flows kinda sick
true sh~t
gotta bless you
its brooklyn & cleveland
who you tryna step to?!
(brooklyn!!)
gold coins ho boy
i need my bread foo
can’t win with the homie
no we cannot be cool
tap tap tap
bet i make him fall backwards
(bet i make him)
too many caught lacking, track him, pass him
d~mn son
swear i don’t know who to catch first
funds up
i’ma takeoff in a casper !
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