Surf Swag

No ceilings

Oh oh ok i got this chrome on this bugatti

I'm strong in this bugatti

2 v8's aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti

B**h i'm bad

I'm worse

I'll pass the purp'

Don't f**k with me 'cause right now i'm higher than captain kurk

I swear i be the sickest ** you can ask the nurse

And if you throw it in the bag i bet i'll snatch her purse

Ok i spazz i curse

You last i'm first

I'm on your ** like dirt

Behind that cash get murk

I'm talkin' big ** ** join my hit list **

What's the matter check your bladder i'm the ** p**s **

Shoot the witness **

Whole court in the streets

And convict this **

Oh dickless **

Man i'm runnin' with the blucka

Young money m**a'

U bet we gon' do our thing

Well ain't it sunny in the summer

And we coming for the comers

And whoever among us

And you kno' imma bust my ** until my crew very humongous

I said ti hold ya head

And mack hold ya head

Wish i could but i can't say some other names 'cause of the feds

And to my bloods cold red

Man you know how we plead

And if it cost to be the boss oh well i guess i gotta pay

I'm a new orleans ** i don't take no **

Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense

Stunt hard on these ** i ain't promise tomorrow

Now when they kicking it wit me like nomar garciaparra

Flute rollin' killin' plants they lil tune shop of horror

And we roll them ** thick make them look like toccara plus sized model

Man i'm to much for these ** and three much for these h**s

The world is in my hands and i keep my hands closed

I love my baby mommas they get my highest honor

Gotta take care of them kids man i kno' ya heard obama

And i love motor island atlantic in my backyard

I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard

Quarter back shot gun you don't get any sack yards

B**h i ball hard breakin' all the back boards

Pretty boy floyd step up i will crack yours

And even at the white house we pull up at the back doors

Walk around like i'm thirty feet tall

Tiger woods all these h**s tryna birdy these balls

And the porche nine eleven like emergency calls

Man i just be chillin' i'm cool like lu rall

Young money in the building i'm puttin' up new walls

** take your mrs officer and set some new laws

My flow is like rubbin two logs

Young mula we the new ** and new drawers

Now get off my ** i aint ** wit cha

Watch me shoot to the bank i'm a money pistol

Weezy beat the beat up like sonny liston

Red bone do me good then her friend her sister

I mean her b**h she never met her best friends a sister

I leave her ** microsoft like windows vista

Young tunche pop that cucci for a goon hoe

Bullet in you boys memory now you act like you don't know

East side who i do it for eagle street right by the store

Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't f**k wit holly grove

Lost some real ** i knew from a long time ago

But heaven or hell i hopin' that they be where i'm'a go

Take a ** gal and make her come give me a private show

Still long hair don't care like a navajo

I'm the hardest ** go in your ** and search

I smash this verse and i swag and surf