[Lyric] NEVER GOING BROKE (Surf)

[Intro: Surf]
Ran up a bag with my gang and I'm never going broke (No)
Broke (No)
Broke (No)
Broke (No)
Broke (You ruin everything)

[Verse 1: Surf]
I'm finna ball, finna do like DeRozan
I wake 'em up, finna do 'em like Folgers
My shawty bad, she can't rock Fashion Nova
Man, I'm fuckin' up, let me run that shit back (Yeah)
I'm finna ball, wanna do like DeRozan
I wake 'em up, finna do 'em like Folgers
My shawty bad, she can't rock Fashion Nova
Hollow tip blue out the front like it's Kroger
Too many hits in my unreleased folder
She gon' be mad when I tell her it's over
I camе from the back to the front like Yoda
I movе with my brothers, I feel like I'm Jonas
Keep me a knot like a boy scout
Go get your own route, gettin' annoyed now
Smokin' Gelato, yeah, I got good loud
Close all the windows, you lettin' the noise out
[Chorus: Surf]
Ran up a bag with my bros and I'm never going broke (Huh, no)
Broke (Huh, no)
Broke (Huh, no)
Broke (Huh, no)
Bitch, keep the WAP 'cause I swear, I just came for the throat (Huh)
Throat (Huh)
Throat (Huh)
Throat (Huh)

[Verse 2: Shingo!]
Ayy, fuck all my exes
Mm, nah, I need to be the bigger person
Nah, fuck that
Fuck all my exes, them bitches can die
I keep a .45 by my side (Side)
Run it back in the trunk, ain't no elephant
Can't no lil' bitch take me out of my element
My shooter tote the lil' pistol with elegance (Uh)
I know he a rat and that's evident (Yeah)
She suck it too long, need a peppermint (Yeah)
Fuck that lil' ho, break her back, get a settlement (Settle)
One of one needles, can't cop, give a estimate
I know some shooters puttin' on my hit list
Uppercut, sawed-off for take off your top lip
She a lil' ho, take my dick out and top it
Stay with a Glock, we get pressed, we gon' cock it
He know not to run with that strap, he gon' drop it (Yeah)
Ayy (Yeah)
I gotta be the bigger man and walk it off
Carry two sticks and pop out with a Audemar
I pulled up at Jack and a Coke and start noddin' off
I thought he was 'bout it, he not 'bout it, he don't pop at all
Hol' on, let me take off my coat
Don't really want blood on that letterman
She want the nut on her face, I'm a gentleman
You can't compare 'em to me 'cause I'm better than
[Chorus: Surf]
Ran up a bag with my bros and I'm never going broke (Huh, no)
Broke (Huh, no)
Broke (Huh, no)
Broke (Huh, no)
Bitch, keep the WAP 'cause I swear, I just came for the throat (Huh)
Throat (Huh)
Throat (Huh)
Throat (Huh)