Bottles (Surfin’) lyrics

[Intro]
I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag
I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag
I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag
I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag
Double cup in my hand [?]

[Verse]
I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag
My partner say he down bad I threw his ass some cash
My OG puffin' mid and my youngin's burnin' gas
The dutchie burn slow but this money come fast
I stay bruh, you know I stay these hoes they come and go fast
Uh, I don't know if I can outlast
Smokin' on this genjutsu
She dancin' in the room off a f*ckin' senzu
Gave my side piece a No. 2 pencil
Gold plate for me and my dental
She say she like my [?] and I stretched the limo
New b*tches, new money, new hoes, new clothes
My enemies, new foes, I can't keep my eyes closed
I might hit up Italy to get froze with my bros
I just get throat and Japanese with my woes
I can never stress over no petty sh*t
b*tch n*ggas love to b*tch over petty sh*t
Fetti sh*t, fetti sh*t I need that fetti bih
When I'm old, I cut the candy like I'm flipping sh*t
(Bans, bans, bans, bans, bans, bans, bans)
Ay
All I got is me, I keep it on lowkey
n*ggas broke, so they wanna blame me
n*ggas blame Keem, cause they baby mama leave
n*ggas hate the truth, so they blame it on the street
Ralph Lauren jeans, I drink away my dreams
Smoke crip blunts I guess that's, blue dream
Red in the baby bottle guess we call it lean
n*ggas think they know me, I don't even know me
Holdup, I'm that n*gga that got n*ggas worried
Holdup, I'm that n*gga that got b*tches twerkin'
They got promoters in the club networkin'
I got all y'all young n*ggas networkin'
[Outro]
(Workin', workin', workin')
I'm surfin'
I'm surfin'
Ay, young n*gga surfin'
Thouxanfauni got you surfin'
Thouxanbanfauni got these n*ggas surfin'
Got these b*tches surfin', surfin', surfin'
Got these b*tches surfin', ay, ay