Surfer Ram - Mortal Kombat lyrics

Verse 1: And forever it'll be, big bread before short cake So complex my persona is so ordinate, n***as saying they better So I'm laughing at something that won't happen, like n***as choosing their court dates Or predicting d**h, I'm the description of Young and dumb, handsome faded off prescription d** With a bad shorty, doing about 1-40 I'm scrolling up the sour, she opening my 40 My n***as ride, we i'ller, you'd be surprised Low-key we run the world, like the triangle with the eye Hightide we in the street, throwing surfer up in the sky The tide's at it's peek, you lucky if you survive QC to Long Beach, surfer until I die I got that wave, if you looking for a supply Why you hating on me, I'm just doing my job Surfergang hightide, come and join the mob Chorus: Ain't nothing sweet on my side, you rockin with Surfer Ram of Hightide And every drop is so epic, Henne bottles and hoes naked You think I'm new to this, a veteran I do this sh** I do it for my n***as in the can, like they were tuna fish Ha, playing around like we were scrimmaging, I'm k**ing them Mortal Kombat, Finish him Verse 2: You n***as nasty, you be kissing the broad I give her a pa**, I'm quaking the a**, and then I'm dismissing the broad No need for applause that haven't got caused, got n***as and b**hes involved All of your wildest dreams, pursuing the cream, so now the richest involved In the clothing bro, it's huey you should know me yo You's a puss in boots, banderas antonio Money ain't a thing, b**h that's a lie and I deserve a raise I'm burning Tropicana in Atlanta, with my n***a Frais Blowing smoke all in your face, please excuse my n***a ways Riding through the hood in my pajamas with my n***a Daiz Grinding for a million days, no acting no sharaites Trying to be a living testament that working hard pays Won't stop, till yo main b**h give me top And my balls were on her chin, like she stuffed her face in a bowl of pops All you lames get off my co*k, before I come shut down your block 5 cars deep hear the warning shot, and my n***as run in yo spot b**h Chorus