Beach Boys lyrics

[Intro: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
AV with that drip, ho
Ah, ah, ahh
Run it, run it
Run them damn dollars, b*tches, ooh (Run it, run it)
Gang, woah

[Chorus: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
Wave, boy, late, boy
Choppa where he stay, boy (Boom)
f*cking on some pus*y then I'm surfing off the stage, boy
Fake boy, fake boy
All I hear is hate noise (Ah)
n*ggas talking like they gonna do me, shoot me crazy, do it

[Verse 1: XANAKIN SKYWOK & 8percent]
A-a-all my gas got BO
And all my mans got POS
n*ggas gon' take yo' bands, ooh
Yo' bi'h pus*y like pee you (Pee you)
Smoke on me, that two, three
B'ih on my tongue, Lucy (Hey, hey)
Molly bean and bud, yeah
Nip her in her butt, yeah (Ayy)

[Verse 2: 8percent & XANAKIN SKYWOK]
I got these b*tches mad, she a surfer, ride the wave
I be popping tags, my money stack, I'm gеtting paid
Leave it in the past, my car too fast, I'm in a chasе
Her boyfriend a fan (Fan), I'm touching down in every state
And my gun go, "Blam," he talking down, he get erased
b*tch, I'm smoking gas, I take my blunt right to the face
I sit back and laugh (Woo), all these rappers run in place
b*tch, I do the dash, I'm so fast, I can't explain
Double it, double it, double it up
She hitting my line, I don't give a f*ck
Got two .45s, they ready to bust
Got two bad dimes, they ready to ****
Hold up, hold up, talking down, you can get left
Say that sh*t with my chest, my time till my death
b*tch, I never went to sleep, why the f*ck would I rest?
[Verse 3: Khalil? & XANAKIN SKYWOK]
Now, why the hell would he test?
No hands, you hoes say it with yo' chest (Oh)
Big two, threes, got her jumping out the gym
Just like Jordan, he blessed (Pow)
I cannot sleep, got too many lonely shawties
Playing with the king, my phone don't ring
Hit the red button if you ain't about the green (Green)
Wavy on a ho, so I'm surfin' (Surfin')
She see me on IG, saying, "Khalil, you look way better in person" (Yeah)
Scratch that, get it in, she clap back
I be making money, do whatever like a thottie up on Snapchat

[Chorus: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
Wave, boy, late, boy
Choppa where he stay, boy
f*cking on some pus*y then I'm surfing off the stage, boy
Fake boy, fake boy
All I hear is hate noise (Blah, blah, blah)
n*ggas talking like they gonna do me, shoot me crazy, do it

[Verse 4: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
Ho-Ho-Ho-Honolulu, hips on hulu (Ooh)
When she wake up, f*ck her face up
I don't f*ck with a Goddamn b*tch
She suck my di*k with her Goddamn legs up
S-s-s-step in Margiela, get hella Coachella ass b*tches
Tongue enema, smooth wipes
Give 'em a bit of my pickle and kids in the middle of mixing my tunes, right
[Outro: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
Ooh, I'm done rapping about bullsh*t
I'm gonna fly out to Hawaii (Woo), and f*ck Lilo's mom (Yeah)
I mean her aunt (Yeah), and punt that lil' n*gga stitch