BabyTron - Cowabunga lyrics

[Verse] Hall of Fame quick draw, he couldn't even grab his blick In the booth eleven in the morning, on my rapper tip Tripping while it's hazardous, I fu*ked around and crashed the whip I know you in the crib mad as hell you can't stack a ten Never sold a drug but I'ma tell unc' to tap me in Dee brought two hoes to the room, I told him tag me in Selling sauce dead, need ten for a half of BIN Cheap b*tch got her nails done, she been happy since b*tch, I'm Sleeve Nash, even when I'm in a wife-beater Dropping loads off, it look like Saks hit the dry clеaners She started su*king dick for no rеason, she a mind reader Pop full of Wockhardt but my b*tch a wine drinker Crackhead ran off, I damn near blew the blow out him All-wheel drive on the foreign, could climb a snow mountain Fell asleep getting head but I woke up Pro counting Thinking he got power, .50 really bring the ghost out him Caught him drinking green and a shooter knocked the four out him We caught him smoking Runtz, shot him up and knock jokes out him I could take the youngest baller out and bring the coach out him My middle name "Active", I could run it up with no problem I can take a pretty classy b*tch and turn her to a s*ut Cowabunga, on the dark web surfing with a punch Told Dee put the steak down, he working up a gut Apple jack breakfast but I'm finna turn 'em in by lunch b*tch told me pull up on her then she got a lot to show Amiris stuffed with cheese, Sauce God, got lasagna on me I ain't bump my head in the club but got a nod up on me Dipping with them chips, with my vatos making guacamole My young dawg's screws loose, they riding 'round with chops and stollies Gang dropped a pic, I'm in the caption probably dropping trophies Bro off two fours, fade away and take the shot like Kobe Looking at my wrist, I think it might be time to drop a Rollie Balaclava Carhartt, pull up, make the car bark Road running, you will never catch me in the car parked Shooter BAPE'd up, fu*k around and have a shark spark you It's 2021, I need a interview from Nardwuar Been chilling with the Visas, boy, I used to be a fiend to slide Thinking in the summer I might see how that Demon ride My east side b*tch got fire head, she on demon time You with the set with five hundred, stay from the Neiman's side Or, motherfu*ker, you gon' go broke Cuz stomping on it barefoot, he got dope toes You gon' need another wave, it's looking like yo boat slow This b*tch done got a couple gifts on me, she a throat GOAT The buzzer just beeped and I been balling since the tip off Left the money phone and came back to sixty missed calls Walking in yo b*tch crib rude, kicking kicks off Using gang lingo? fu*k around and twist yo lips off [Outro] Huh, yeah Using gang lingo? fu*k around and twist yo lips off Real talk, you not one of us Cut it out, man Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz