[Intro]
(Surfer)
(You ruin everything)
[Verse]
I want a Beamer, my bitch want a Birkin
I bust down the bag 'til it's gone and deserted
I really feel bad for who bubble I'm bursting
If you not talking money, you not even talking
You probably humming
You hit it once, put a bun in the oven
I stretch her out, make her feel like she lunging
762 get mechanical, oh no (Yeah)
I'm pushing P, make me feel like I'm Gunna (Yeah)
You not a boss, boy, you prolly a runner
I'm getting cake in this bitch like a funnel
I'm never moving outside of Atlanta (Yeah)
Need some more ammo
Lit likе a candle
Shots by the hand full
Scars on my face, man, I feel likе I'm Rambo
Might be a soldier, I'm rocking this camo (Yeah)
Talking online, but you never gon' add me
That boy a sus', man, that boy is a baddie
He the same one with a girl as his avi (Ha)
You tripping, I'm never forgetting yo' addy
Might pull up yo' addy (Yeah), pull up to yo' addy (Yeah)
Then shoot up yo' addy (Yeah), then pop me an Addy (Yeah)
Why all the baddies got problems with daddies and shit?
I'm with the gang, we spotting these opps
I came with my dawg like Shaggy and shit
Ruin my body, it's RUINED.
The army we spawning in the lobby, we fragging and shit
My bitch a beauty, she like a lil' city girl mixed with that Megan Thee Stallion shit
I cannot talk about winning with none of these niggas, it feel like I'm bragging
And I'm not attached to none of my straps
If you being extra, they come with attachments
All of these bitches gon' come with some baggage
All of my packages come with some Addies
I'm from the 6 where the shit getting savage
All of my gasses coming in plastic
(Surfer)
(You ruin everything)
[Verse]
I want a Beamer, my bitch want a Birkin
I bust down the bag 'til it's gone and deserted
I really feel bad for who bubble I'm bursting
If you not talking money, you not even talking
You probably humming
You hit it once, put a bun in the oven
I stretch her out, make her feel like she lunging
762 get mechanical, oh no (Yeah)
I'm pushing P, make me feel like I'm Gunna (Yeah)
You not a boss, boy, you prolly a runner
I'm getting cake in this bitch like a funnel
I'm never moving outside of Atlanta (Yeah)
Need some more ammo
Lit likе a candle
Shots by the hand full
Scars on my face, man, I feel likе I'm Rambo
Might be a soldier, I'm rocking this camo (Yeah)
Talking online, but you never gon' add me
That boy a sus', man, that boy is a baddie
He the same one with a girl as his avi (Ha)
You tripping, I'm never forgetting yo' addy
Might pull up yo' addy (Yeah), pull up to yo' addy (Yeah)
Then shoot up yo' addy (Yeah), then pop me an Addy (Yeah)
Why all the baddies got problems with daddies and shit?
I'm with the gang, we spotting these opps
I came with my dawg like Shaggy and shit
Ruin my body, it's RUINED.
The army we spawning in the lobby, we fragging and shit
My bitch a beauty, she like a lil' city girl mixed with that Megan Thee Stallion shit
I cannot talk about winning with none of these niggas, it feel like I'm bragging
And I'm not attached to none of my straps
If you being extra, they come with attachments
All of these bitches gon' come with some baggage
All of my packages come with some Addies
I'm from the 6 where the shit getting savage
All of my gasses coming in plastic
( Surf )
www.ChordsAZ.com