surf – illuminati lyrics
[verse 1: surf]
i was tryna see my mom before she saw the casket
like the buzzer+beater ball before it hit the basket
i never had a handout, i never had my ass kissed
run up on my f+cking gang, you might just get your ass kicked
running up this bag, we illuminati
imma pop this bean, beam me up like scotty
i really hate her mom, but i love her body
sipping on patron, got me feeling godly
[break]
[verse 2: surf]
only fearing god, ’cause i can’t fear n0body
took this girl to cali, but we met at [?]
rich s+x, f+cked her on a jet then got channеl
big flex, walked in neiman marcus, givе ’em h+ll
opp mad, knowing that his name don’t ring no bell
do like show and tell, pull up on his block and bring him sh+lls
and my b+tch bad, she got french tips on her nails
we got big bags, get the packs in through the mail
and he down bad bad, how you talking down if you…
[snippet end]
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