[Verse I]
We could fuck like artists
Girl I promise
We gon get it right & then we going til the morning
Fall in softness..with you
I'm a real nigga girl, can you handle this truth
Is he true to you? Tell me is he good to you?
You deserve a few, few that I been serving, serve it up and sing a verse
I been seeing versions and silver surfing
Up and down your neck I feel the stress I'm finna purge ya, yea
Are you still searching?
Cuz I've been surfing
Turning up did I disturb you?
Shit I don't wanna hurt you
I just wanna surf thru & serve you, yea

[Chorus]
Swim then i surf, swimming in the surf
hit it when you ready baby i know what you're worth
See you doing work yea, hit me up and ill be silver surfing in ya church, yea

[Verse II]
Why you a fiend for the sex when you really need therapy
See your SOS you could pop a ex or roll with me
Smoking on the best weed, king a most best things
No you can't test me
..Tho you could text me
...Welcome to the best team
Rolling up the best trees, snow on toppa west trees
Snow on toppa evergreen
Hoeing out our soul till we settling
Settle for the better things, I prefer the better things, yea

[Chorus]
Swim then i surf, swimming in the surf
hit it when you ready baby i know what you're worth
See you doing work yea, hit me up and ill be silver surfing in ya church, yea

[Bridge]
Blowing Os of loud, then I'm going out to sea
If you seeing green then youre seeing into me
yeah, yea

(Gunshot)

Pull up imma blow another bag and hit the bong
blow another hunna blow a rack and sing my song
i just fell asleep now imma need some cruise control
i just hit a wall now imma stick to manual

imma hit the manny imma peddle to my crowd
if he getting petty then im getting out the hounds
if you rolling wit us then you getting kinda loud
imma get a shower then i blow another pound

living wit the pain, i been singing out the heart
will i see my daddy in the next world,
will i see your face.. or will i go to space, girl i can’t decide
i aint never lied, dammit! damn i got the suicide
doors on the next whip, watch a nigga flex in it
coughing out my lungs then i spend another check, niggas
coughing up some racks juh for the clothes and for the ride
window pitch black and you can never see inside

niggas in the back and we laughing up a storm
riding till we pull up or we end up in the Hole
i been rolling round im finna end up at your door
sipping on some fire I’m finna pour a lil more

welcome to the family girl and we done barely started
started wit a dream and wit some cars that barely started
riding through the city with long island in my chest
hit the ivy league i got long island in my vest

hit the west coast i got the east on my back
if i sell my soul then i am never coming back
if i get undressed then i just hope that its witchyu
if i count a check, imma check the bill for you, girl

(police sirens) yeah, yea