Gee Futuristic - Sweet Chin Symphony lyrics

Far away for the waves bruh Sweet chin music to your f**ing mother Give us a path my n***a, high time n***as is drowning Cowabunga Like [Verse 1: RetcH] Tryna live righteous but this devil got ahold of me Standing in the rain with a K, high off more than v Looking for my enemies or just a p**y n***a slick f** the system, rather take my f**ing wrist and f**ing slit 'em Bible in my back pocket, think I got a condom too Some chapstick and a recept for this motherf**ing chinese food Outchea tryna hit a lick cause a n***a need one Got thirty seven dollars cash and motherf**ing weed crumbs My b**hes on some next sh**, them hoes don't even love a n***a Got the b**h tatted then she ran off with some other n***a f** it though can't even trip, cause I'm such a piece of sh** Ask me what I did and I'ma tell you that I plead the fifth Word to my n***a Dave, trapping to the f**ing grave I just met a n***a that said he could get me hand grenades Finna cop a couple and go biking through the neighbourhood Headed to the local park, just wising that a n***a would [Hook: RetcH] Let's go have it and cop a G That's 500 grams for you, that's five 500 grams for me 35 a pop, talk 'em down to three That's 30 racks off of crack, you'd be stupid not to agree Plastic baggies, we burn the tip I'm in the trap with a itch, my fingers sting like a b**h Going hard to d**h for the camp Forever ride to the end, if you my mans you my mans [Verse 2: A$ton Matthews] Versace frame in my Petey Pablo, just copped the swanging You know the stainless, you know the name is Brick Flair Brick Flair, all they talk about is Brick Flair Bet his p**y brown if my dick there Winter, fall, it's a cold case, snow nose means no play Cause when your knows knows I get more pay I'm the xannie doctor, nose for a pantie dropper You know the price, my mafiaso got hands in lobster Son of Sam, b**h I'm Holyfield holding grams Moses [?], brought the wave to the holy lands I sway, I surf, I bag, I serve, my packs bring herds My pinky ring bring birds, my main break chauffeurs I let the homies f** but I'm smashing her first Pop the p**y while I pop the deuce And f** a cop until he cop a few, Montana [Hook] [Verse 3: RetcH & A$ton Matthews] Wake up, smell the gun smoke, Hz Global, Cutthroat Slung dope, smoke dope, faded off that love boat Some n***as owed dough, I been calling out your matador We at his crib, we snatch up his moms and call it collateral Crash the Panamera, [?], shattered jaws They don't even scratch it off, riding out, hammers drawn Versace print tiger paws with a pocket full of Hannah Montana That I hustled off a Ha**elhoff, pa** it off That Asher Roth, I bag it raw and get it off n***as that be cheffing, they hit my line when they needed soft They see the jaws, my pinky bright, my feet is course Teriyaki paint but you don't see the source, peep the horse With my Asian b**h, (Tatted up) Spanish hoe, (Saddle up) (White boys say they love my sh**), Bro your rad as f** Dapper fan, ([?]) RetcHy Porter, (Minivan) Banging 'til the feds knock, (b**h I think I'm X-Pac) [Hook]