CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Surfboard P (Freestyle)
Yeah
This one make you run in place
Like that
Make sure the Auto-Tune's on
Lemme talk
Can't do no dancin', keep water on me
Don't try to play me, I'm callin' on 'em
She tried to take off my Town hoodie
I'm still on the mission, can't fall for it
Gimme the beat, I put water on it
Ain't nothin' sweet but this watermelon
Drop when the summer turn Armageddon
Still pray to God with my arm flooded, yeah
Yeah, Young $lick, wave
Get on my surfboard
Keep up the pace
Came out the basement, right off of Schaefer
I'm from the West, not a Laker (no)
I'm spinnin' out records, no labels
I try to keep it all basic
You runnin' yo' mouth, you can save it (sip)
Cup full of wave, let's swim
Stop full of crop with a zip
Walkin' through the block with a limp
Takin' every shot at the rim
I took the P outta pressure
I got my feet up to heaven
This like [?]
my season, no reason for 'fetti (no), cash
P is the alter, man
Told her pack up my portraits, them pictures ain't formal, uh
They got them racks in they corners up
I was in class addin' formulas
Black fit with the wave, no 'fro drip
Jumped outta heaven, that's low lift
Wavin' in the house, not a flow whip
Mind on the band like no sweat
I got my life outta death
And it's cooler than breeze with the peppermints
All of you rappers look delicate, gave out my life for the betterment
No, I ain't do it for settlements
Dippin' and dodgin' the old ways
Drippin' a pro'lem to O-state
Did it to move all the dead weight
Wait
This one make you run in place
Like that
Make sure the Auto-Tune's on
Lemme talk
Can't do no dancin', keep water on me
Don't try to play me, I'm callin' on 'em
She tried to take off my Town hoodie
I'm still on the mission, can't fall for it
Gimme the beat, I put water on it
Ain't nothin' sweet but this watermelon
Drop when the summer turn Armageddon
Still pray to God with my arm flooded, yeah
Yeah, Young $lick, wave
Get on my surfboard
Keep up the pace
Came out the basement, right off of Schaefer
I'm from the West, not a Laker (no)
I'm spinnin' out records, no labels
I try to keep it all basic
You runnin' yo' mouth, you can save it (sip)
Cup full of wave, let's swim
Stop full of crop with a zip
Walkin' through the block with a limp
Takin' every shot at the rim
I took the P outta pressure
I got my feet up to heaven
This like [?]
my season, no reason for 'fetti (no), cash
P is the alter, man
Told her pack up my portraits, them pictures ain't formal, uh
They got them racks in they corners up
I was in class addin' formulas
Black fit with the wave, no 'fro drip
Jumped outta heaven, that's low lift
Wavin' in the house, not a flow whip
Mind on the band like no sweat
I got my life outta death
And it's cooler than breeze with the peppermints
All of you rappers look delicate, gave out my life for the betterment
No, I ain't do it for settlements
Dippin' and dodgin' the old ways
Drippin' a pro'lem to O-state
Did it to move all the dead weight
Wait
