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SURF GANG, bitch We up to feeding off crumbs from off of the plate They even begin to build up, first you gotta break Got third-degree burn, went up real quick in the ranks I learned if it's understood, then I ain't gon' say it They forecast a summer of bullshit that's on the way I had to lever a pulley, lift a lil' weight Had to put a few bushels of it for later I'm mashin' my motherfuckin' foot down in a Mercedes They got the white girl at the cookout with 'em today Couple hundred of nothin', feel numb, it fill up your face When push come to shove, we makin' their back straight Like what's really good with us, am I in the way? I want nothin' for you but fullness, full stop, baby You gotta get pulled apart before it could start to change I'm movin' without mistakes throughout the dark place Know that this ain't love, but I ain't gon' waste it I'm just gon' give it straight to you, no chaser Just gave the Amex to my old lady She came rectangle lenses with gold frames My heart still a silver, a chrome case I had wide open gills for the flood-face Know this shit get realer every day I know that this ain't love, but that's okay Yeah