Lyrics Oliver Francis – sssuurfinnn

Why the fuck these hoes
Blowin up my phone all day
Paul Wall in the styrofoam
Sittin sideways
Me and shawty roll a blunt
I take her hand and fly away
We buy out the bar
And take it back to my place
Roll a cigarillo
Take that shit to my face
Marijuana straight from Cali-for-nye-aye
I been juggin lean out the duplex
And my lil shawty
Turnt down off a Xanax
Suicide doors
Yeah I charged em to the Amex
Suicide doors
And I charged em to the Amex
The other night
A bitch rear ended me up in the coop
So I just gave that bitch a band
And told her call it cool
And every night you find me rolling doobies
By the pool
I might pull up
And unload with the uzi on ya crew

I fuck a bitch and then I smoke a doob
I pour the 4 up in a styrofoam and call it cool
I pour the 4 up in the styrofoam and call it cool (Yea, yea)
Bitch you know I do
My bitch says she can’t fuck with me no more
Its probably cause I’m rich and that hoe broke
My homies ain’t the same they was before
It’s probably cause’ I gets a lot of dough
It’s probably cause I fucks a lot of hoes
It’s probably cause I smokes a lot of dope
Bitch I’m surfin