Lyrics Off The Muscle 2 by Pasto Flocco

SurfGang
Damn

I'm with the same gang, can't crumble (Uh)
I see the light at the end of the tunnel (Damn)
You had a bag n***a and you fumbled, I really be in my duffle (Dumba**)
N***as be talkin' down, but they mumble (What)
I need more pockets on jumbo (Wait, shut up)
I just be ballin' like Russel (Damn)
And I got it off the muscle (What? Damn)
I know these n***as is cutthroat (What? What? F**k wrong with these n***as)
I really don't give a f**k bro (Nope)
You showin' fake love cause I'm up
Yeah you ain't wanna see me stunt though (Nope)
I heard you think that I'm stupid (Damn)
N***a you really a Dumbo (Damn, what? Damn)

I be like "F**k it, sh*t happens" (F**k it)
I can just f**k around get past it
I'ma just ball like Maverick (Wait, damn, wait, for real, for real)
You was a man, but that's past tense (What?)
Who's man is this? Come pack him (Get him)
I see the money, I grab it (Stupid)
Boy you not him, you a "Has been" (Damn)
I put Moncler on my jacket (Damn)
Oh you want smoke, match it (Match it)
We can turn you into ashes
I see the bank and I'm laughin'
You could throw me a bag, I'ma catch it (Pew, pew, pew)
I need my pockets on ma**ive (Damn, Sh*t)
You should go and get a bag, b*t*h
I'm with the same gang, can't crumble (Uh)
I see the light at the end of the tunnel (Damn)
You had a bag n***a and you fumbled, I really be in my duffle (Dumba**)
N***as be talkin' down, but they mumble
I need more pockets on jumbo (Wait, shut up)
I just be ballin' like Russel (Damn)
And I got it off the muscle (What? Damn)
I know these n***as is cutthroat (What? What? F**k wrong with these n***as)
I really don't give a f**k bro (Nope)
You showin' fake love cause I'm up you ain't wanna see me stunt though (Nope)
I heard you think that I'm stupid (Damn)
N***a you really a Dumbo (Damn, what? Damn)

N***a want smoke like Gumball
He got caught on the strip like Fronto
Moh 'reta gon' slide with that — (Pssh)
Moh 'reta gon' slide with that cargo
White plug come Jack Harlow
All the drink n***a, cost your car note
I was born into this f**kin' stardom
Shakin' right through the pressure like n***as from Harlem

Haha, oh yeah
You already know what the f**k it is, n***a
Big syrup, n***a
N***a, it's Flocco in this sh*t
Big drillin' sh*t
Been pushin' this weight for — (Ha)
F**k it, gang, cause —
SurfGang, b*t*h
I'm with the same gang, can't crumble (Uh)
I see the light at the end of the tunnel (Damn)
You had a bag n***a and you fumbled, I really be in my duffle (Dumba**)
N***as be talkin' down, but they mumble
I need more pockets on jumbo (Wait, shut up)
I just be ballin' like Russel (Damn)
And I got it off the muscle (What? Damn)
I know these n***as is cutthroat (What? What? F**k wrong with these n***as)
I really don't give a f**k bro (Nope)
You showin' fake love cause I'm up
Yeah you ain't wanna see me stunt though (Nope)
I heard you think that I'm stupid (Damn)
N***a you really a Dumbo (Damn, what? Damn)