surfin on beat tides. Lyrics

Hold on

Run it up, never going broke again

Strap the belt, now I put Brodie in

Too much to count, now I got lotus fins

Out of sight, out of mind, I'll show you where I've been

Worked too hard, now I think it's floating in

I think she too thick for that dress

XL baby, bae I know I'm impressed

I'm the better rapper I must confess

Shut the hate up, new crib double dec

Love me, hate me, make it hard for the next

Trophy squad, hanging up jerseys

Ain't no curry, clip got a 30

Eat it all night, she wanna purge me

Hall of fame for these diamonds, clothes, chains

Got my baby two of em, I can't even complain

Brodie keep the tool tucked, if you wanted fame

No more nine-five, I didn't really like that life

Surfing on beat tides, now she wanna spend the night

All chrome on me, baby, I must be the knight

Cold stones on me, man I used to go to heights

With the dawgs, yeah

With the dawgs they don't even play fair

Do what I would do, bitch, you wouldn't even dare

Wise with the words, bitch, you can learn a lot off me

Listen closely, get rich, so copy

Invest the money, tryna get rich to the tropics

But niggas wanna be hoes, switch the topic

Can't get no higher than this

Niggas gone show you who the liar really is

I've been tired, get off my bed

Top the world, I fire shit

Uh, yeah, yeah

We the franchise, have our hands tied

Tryna grab fries

Ridin' in L.A, tinted, can't see me

Sun so hot, almost passed out, not greedy

Play of the day, had to cash out, can't see me

Passed in the trap house, baby, traffic was out

Baby can't see me for who I am, take a listen

Got gold on me, wanna drown, ain't no fishin

Huh, take, bitch, you can't do no reachin, no dishin

Huh, yeah

Like I said, we the franchise

We have our hands tied, we like to grab fries