Surf ft. Yeat - Give My Last Lyrics

CHORUS

Fuck from the back
Thats a rack that's a rack
Got my gang right behind me
With them gats they attack
He a opp he gone tell
He a rat thats a fact
For a bag
She gon put her whole back on the mat

We get guap we getting knots
She wanna fight
I wanna stop

I put a bracelet on my wrist
Filled it with rocks
How could I not?

Shoes off-white
They got a tag
My bitch bad she got a bag

Risk your life
Going out sad
For my gang I give my last

VERSE 1

Pick up the pace
Pick up the pick up the pace
Pick up the pick up the pace

Look at your face
Look at your look at your face
Look at your look at your face

Pop me a bean
Im finna go do the race
Im finna go do the race

I need a rack
Im finna stop at the chase
Im finna stop at the chase

All white seats inside the coupe
That shit just look like mayo
Brand new whip just came out yesterday
Its just a day old

She said I gotta stop lying to her
Im like okay hoe
Cactus jack on my sb's
I feel like I was Faygo

Drive the whip all night
I swerve the beamer left to right
Girl im from the hood I still eat hot sauce on my rice

Walk a day in my shoes man I wanna see you try
Nike checks on me won't see me walking in no stripes

CHORUS

Fuck from the back
Thats a rack that's a rack
Got my gang right behind me
With them gats they attack
He a opp he gone tell
He a rat thats a fact
For a bag
She gon put her whole back on the mat

We get guap we getting knots
She wanna fight
I wanna stop

I put a bracelet on my wrist
Filled it with rocks
How could I not?

Shoes off-white
They got a tag
My bitch bad she got a bag

Risk your life
Going out sad
For my gang I give my last

VERSE 2 YEAT

I just wake up and get racks
Go 200 in that cayenne boutta crash
Mix the x with perks this the best
They don't be geeking up like this they all cap

Told her I love this shit
Turned it sideways
Brought the patek out
Did it my way
Got a big ole cayenne I the drive way
Got these bad ass bitches sucking dick in my way

CHORUS

Fuck from the back
Thats a rack that's a rack
Got my gang right behind me
With them gats they attack
He a opp he gone tell
He a rat thats a fact
For a bag
She gon put her whole back on the mat

We get guap we getting knots
She wanna fight
I wanna stop

I put a bracelet on my wrist
Filled it with rocks
How could I not?

Shoes off-white
They got a tag
My bitch bad she got a bag

Risk your life
Going out sad
For my gang I give my last