scotty pimpin - yung surf lyrics
b*tch i am back
youngest surf to ever spit on a track
your b*tch a snack
imma just hit it and give it right back
still got no money but chasing the bag
i got the juice but you know i can’t rap
i got a louis belt my sh*ts won’t sag
my b*tch is weirder than tim turners dad
i could be vicky and make me some cash
and make that sh*t fast
but that would be wack
i’m on a stolen beat come get my ass
i’m getting thirsty hoe pour me a glass
better yet babygirl hand me the bottle
b*tch it’s moscato till i hit the lotto
the 8 dollar bottle your parents would follow
your dyk* cannot swallow and her p*ssy hollow
i never f*ck b*tches you know that’s my motto
pick her up in my new mercialago
hit the curb grab her hair give me vibrato
just like wick b*tch, excomnunicato
she on the needle like demi lovato
tag team your b*tch and you gimme bravado
she kissin my glock like a made her a model
yung benedict: oh sh*t, you’re done?
yung surf: h*ll no
yung benedict: shiiit
she gon start squeakin when she see me pull my cheese out
100 dollar bill could make your best friend bleed out
when you seen us comin man i saw you try to sneak out
because you know it’s bouta be the final time you breathe out
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