Bottles (Surfin’) Thouxanbanfauni

[Intro]
I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag
I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag
I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag
I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag
Double cup in my hand [?]

[Verse]
I popped out the Beamer with a duffle bag
My partner say he down bad I threw his ass some cash
My OG puffin' mid and my youngin's burnin' gas
The dutchie burn slow but this money come fast
I stay bruh, you know I stay these hoes they come and go fast
Uh, I don't know if I can outlast
Smokin' on this genjutsu
She dancin' in the room off a fuckin' senzu
Gave my side piece a No. 2 pencil
Gold plate for me and my dental
She say she like my [?] and I stretched the limo
New bitches, new money, new hoes, new clothes
My enemies, new foes, I can't keep my eyes closed
I might hit up Italy to get froze with my bros
I just get throat and Japanese with my woes
I can never stress over no petty shit
Bitch niggas love to bitch over petty shit
Fetti shit, fetti shit I need that fetti bih
When I'm old, I cut the candy like I'm flipping shit
(Bans, bans, bans, bans, bans, bans, bans)
Ay
All I got is me, I keep it on lowkey
Niggas broke, so they wanna blame me
Niggas blame Keem, cause they baby mama leave
Niggas hate the truth, so they blame it on the street
Ralph Lauren jeans, I drink away my dreams
Smoke crip blunts I guess that's, blue dream
Red in the baby bottle guess we call it lean
Niggas think they know me, I don't even know me
Holdup, I'm that nigga that got niggas worried
Holdup, I'm that nigga that got bitches twerkin'
They got promoters in the club networkin'
I got all y'all young niggas networkin'