Mental lyrics

[Intro]
Surf Gang, b*tch
Yeah, go (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
n*gga, your shooter gon' fold, know he don't got that pole on him
Big Snow Vick in the field like Mike Vick, I put that bone on you
I hit an opp with a Glock like a right stick, I put that chrome on him
n*gga, my shooter official, that boy like a stripper, that pole on him
n*gga, your shooter a b*tch with the stick, Reggie Miller, he choked with it

[Verse]
n*ggas tryna do me nasty like I'm not gross with it (Surf Gang, b*tch)
If a n*gga talk sh*t, get the head from his hoe and post that sh*t
This n*gga switchin' for you, let the XD roast this n*gga
This n*gga lame as a b*tch, I don't know why that hoe wanna roll with that n*gga
My stick got a red light and green light, you know I'ma go on these n*ggas
See a thot b*tch, know she gon' f*ck on both them n*ggas, why she tryna get over them n*ggas?
Why my circle so small like a nipple?
He ain't cuffin', he coughed, need a tissue
If I'm drippin', my b*tch is a drizzle
She petite but that ass got a jiggle
Tossin' bullets like he on a swivel
I'ma pop his lil' ass like a pimple
Let me borrow your ho' like a rental
b*tch, my shooter retarded, he mental
[Chorus]
n*gga, your shooter gon' fold, know he don't got that pole on him
Big Snow Vick in the field like Mike Vick, I put that bone on you
I hit an opp with a Glock like a right stick, I put that chrome on him
n*gga, my shooter official, that boy like a stripper, that pole on him
n*gga, your shooter a b*tch with the stick, Reggie Miller, he choked with it