TruRebel Migs - Surf N Turf Lyrics

Just got up out the ER Man I used to surf turf Rocks all in my G Stars Pull up em squirt squirt Violence we gon resort Now a nigga surf turf Pelican Hill resort
Bitch I’m talking surf surf Off tha beach in Newport Nigga you a smurf smurf Bitch your money too short My bitchez love surf n turf Go n put your group on
All my niggas surf surf Roof on top the coupe off
Shooting for stars
N im aiming at the moon y’all
Howling at the moon dawg
Michael Jackson moonwalk
I be knowing Woo talk
My nigga I’m from New York
Got these white bitchez
Tryna gang bang
Talking Choo talk
Kill that pussy
Get tha chalk
Draw down on em
Board em up
I don’t need to call em up
Moe gon have em lined up
In tha Mansion fore we pullin up
Back tha line up long as fuck
Got em waiting
In tha bathroom I been getting in her guts Molly got me throwing up
On some drugs I can’t roll up
Rollin in the morning bruh
Rolling on this Kawasaki
Wheelie reving motor run
Slidin like a ninja
I’m wasabi hot with no water
Slindin like a hockey puck
Juss pluck em if they moving wocky I can’t flock with Donald Ducks Bullets fly you better duck
Get low if you owing bucks
Hello oh we poppin up
Flock your spot with choppers ugh Locked in with my plug
When I re-up no he don’t count it up We call that trust
Yeah
Just got up out tha ER Man I used to surf turf Rocks all in my G Stars Pull up em squirt squirt Violence we gon resort Now a nigga surf turf Pelican Hill resort
Bitch I’m talking surf surf Off tha beach in Newport Nigga you a smurf smurf Bitch your money too short My bitchez love surf n turf Go n put your group on
All my niggas surf surf Roof on top the coupe off
I got shit lose shawty
I can’t fuck with you
Fuck it up tsunami
I’ll be waving bye to you girl You can’t crash with me
I gotta slide n Stick n move Move move move
Flew flew flew
Boutta make em sick
But they ain’t gon catch me Got the pain all tatted
But I’m passport stamping

Wrap it up then stamp it Board a plane I’m landing Off the water Atlantic Nassau Atlantic
Tryna paint this canvas
I done went all manic
I could brush stroke swag it Slap a stamp on it
No cap on it
Traveling
Amex platinum shit
Got these taxes slapping Off this rapping
Lapping shit
Bad bitch back it on my lap I slam it like I’m Shaq n shit Fuck a ratchet bitch
Ain’t got time for this
I gave you the truth
How you gon lie to me Think of lining me
Stuck witchu
But you sliming me
I’m a real anomaly
Gotta read em like a library
Just got up out tha ER Man I used to surf turf Rocks all in my G Stars Pull up em squirt squirt Violence we gon resort Now a nigga surf turf Pelican Hill resort
Bitch I’m talking surf surf Off tha beach in Newport Nigga you a smurf smurf Bitch your money too short My bitchez love surf n turf Go n put your group on
All my niggas surf surf Roof on top the coupe off