Cowabunga

Lyrics for Cowabunga

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 fucked 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 bitch got her nails done She been happy since Bitch, 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 sucking dick for no rеason She a mind reader Pop full of Wockhardt but my Bitch 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 the 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 bitch And turn her to a slut 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 Bitch 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 Fuck 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 bitch got fire head She on demon time You at the set with five hunnid Stay from the Neiman's side Or, motherfucker, 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 bitch 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 bitch crib rude Kicking kicks off Using gang lingo? Fuck around and Twist yo lips off Huh, yeah using gang lingo? Fuck around and Twist yo lips off Real talk, you not one of us cut it out, man Ayy, ShittyBoyz