Off The Muscle 2 lyrics

[Intro: RealYungPhil]
Surf Gang
Damn

[Chorus: RealYungPhil]
I'm with the same gang, can't crumble (Uh)
I see the light at the end of the tunnel (Damn)
You had a bag n*gga and you fumbled, I really be in my duffle (Dumbass)
n*ggas be talkin' down, but they mumble (What)
I need more pockets on jumbo (Wait, shut up)
I just be ballin' like Russel (Damn)
And I got it off the muscle (What? Damn)
I know these n*ggas is cutthroat (What? What? f*ck wrong with these n*ggas)
I really don't give a f*ck bro (Nope)
You showin' fake love cause I'm up
Yeah you ain't wanna see me stunt though (Nope)
I heard you think that I'm stupid (Damn)
n*gga you really a Dumbo (Damn, what? Damn)

[Verse: RealYungPhil]
I be like "f*ck it, sh*t happens" (f*ck it)
I can just f*ck around get past it
I'ma just ball like Maverick (Wait, damn, wait, for real, for real)
You was a man, but that's past tense (What?)
Who's man is this? Come pack him (Get him)
I see the money, I grab it (Stupid)
Boy you not him, you a "Has been" (Damn)
I put Moncler on my jacket (Damn)
Oh you want smoke, match it (Match it)
We can turn you into ashes
I see the bank and I'm laughin'
You could throw me a bag, I'ma catch it (Pew, pew, pew)
I need my pockets on massive (Damn, sh*t)
You should go and get a bag, b*tch
[Chorus: RealYungPhil]
I'm with the same gang, can't crumble (Uh)
I see the light at the end of the tunnel (Damn)
You had a bag n*gga and you fumbled, I really be in my duffle (Dumbass)
n*ggas be talkin' down, but they mumble
I need more pockets on jumbo (Wait, shut up)
I just be ballin' like Russel (Damn)
And I got it off the muscle (What? Damn)
I know these n*ggas is cutthroat (What? What? f*ck wrong with these n*ggas)
I really don't give a f*ck bro (Nope)
You showin' fake love cause I'm up you ain't wanna see me stunt though (Nope)
I heard you think that I'm stupid (Damn)
n*gga you really a Dumbo (Damn, what? Damn)

[Verse: Pasto Flocco]
n*gga want smoke like Gumball
He got caught on the strip like Fronto
Moh 'reta gon' slide with that — (Pssh)
Moh 'reta gon' slide with that cargo
White plug come Jack Harlow
All the drink n*gga, cost your car note
I was born into this f*ckin' stardom
Shakin' right through the pressure like n*ggas from Harlem

[Bridge: Pasto Flocco]
Haha, oh yeah
You already know what the f*ck it is, n*gga
Big syrup, n*gga
n*gga, it's Flocco in this sh*t
Big drillin' sh*t
Been pushin' this weight for — (Ha)
f*ck it, gang, cause —
SurfGang, b*tch
[Chorus: RealYungPhil]
I'm with the same gang, can't crumble (Uh)
I see the light at the end of the tunnel (Damn)
You had a bag n*gga and you fumbled, I really be in my duffle (Dumbass)
n*ggas be talkin' down, but they mumble
I need more pockets on jumbo (Wait, shut up)
I just be ballin' like Russel (Damn)
And I got it off the muscle (What? Damn)
I know these n*ggas is cutthroat (What? What? f*ck wrong with these n*ggas)
I really don't give a f*ck bro (Nope)
You showin' fake love cause I'm up
Yeah you ain't wanna see me stunt though (Nope)
I heard you think that I'm stupid (Damn)
n*gga you really a Dumbo (Damn, what? Damn)