Far away for the waves bruh
Sweet chin music to your f**ing mother
Give us a path my n***a, high time n***as is drowning Cowabunga
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[Verse 1: RetcH]
Tryna live righteous but this devil got ahold of me
Standing in the rain with a K, high off more than v
Looking for my enemies or just a p**y n***a slick
f** the system, rather take my f**ing wrist and f**ing slit 'em
Bible in my back pocket, think I got a condom too
Some chapstick and a recept for this motherf**ing chinese food
Outchea tryna hit a lick cause a n***a need one
Got thirty seven dollars cash and motherf**ing weed crumbs
My b**hes on some next sh**, them hoes don't even love a n***a
Got the b**h tatted then she ran off with some other n***a
f** it though can't even trip, cause I'm such a piece of sh**
Ask me what I did and I'ma tell you that I plead the fifth
Word to my n***a Dave, trapping to the f**ing grave
I just met a n***a that said he could get me hand grenades
Finna cop a couple and go biking through the neighbourhood
Headed to the local park, just wising that a n***a would
[Hook: RetcH]
Let's go have it and cop a G
That's 500 grams for you, that's five 500 grams for me
35 a pop, talk 'em down to three
That's 30 racks off of crack, you'd be stupid not to agree
Plastic baggies, we burn the tip
I'm in the trap with a itch, my fingers sting like a b**h
Going hard to d**h for the camp
Forever ride to the end, if you my mans you my mans
[Verse 2: A$ton Matthews]
Versace frame in my Petey Pablo, just copped the swanging
You know the stainless, you know the name is Brick Flair
Brick Flair, all they talk about is Brick Flair
Bet his p**y brown if my dick there
Winter, fall, it's a cold case, snow nose means no play
Cause when your knows knows I get more pay
I'm the xannie doctor, nose for a pantie dropper
You know the price, my mafiaso got hands in lobster
Son of Sam, b**h I'm Holyfield holding grams
Moses [?], brought the wave to the holy lands
I sway, I surf, I bag, I serve, my packs bring herds
My pinky ring bring birds, my main break chauffeurs
I let the homies f** but I'm smashing her first
Pop the p**y while I pop the deuce
And f** a cop until he cop a few, Montana
[Hook]
[Verse 3: RetcH & A$ton Matthews]
Wake up, smell the gun smoke, Hz Global, Cutthroat
Slung dope, smoke dope, faded off that love boat
Some n***as owed dough, I been calling out your matador
We at his crib, we snatch up his moms and call it collateral
Crash the Panamera, [?], shattered jaws
They don't even scratch it off, riding out, hammers drawn Versace print tiger paws with a pocket full of Hannah Montana
That I hustled off a Ha**elhoff, pa** it off
That Asher Roth, I bag it raw and get it off
n***as that be cheffing, they hit my line when they needed soft
They see the jaws, my pinky bright, my feet is course
Teriyaki paint but you don't see the source, peep the horse
With my Asian b**h, (Tatted up)
Spanish hoe, (Saddle up)
(White boys say they love my sh**), Bro your rad as f**
Dapper fan, ([?])
RetcHy Porter, (Minivan)
Banging 'til the feds knock, (b**h I think I'm X-Pac)
[Hook]