Surf King Combs (Ft. AzChike, City Girls & Tee Grizzley)

[Chorus: Yung Miami]
Surf, bitch
Pussy so wet, you can surf, bitch
Do tricks on the dick like a circus
I'm that bitch that got your main bitch lurkin’
Fuck me in the Ghost, closed curtains
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Post-Chorus: AzChike]
Nerd bitch
Where your wings, lil' bird bitch?
Swerve, bitch
We gon' fuck if you flirt, bitch
I’m a thug, put this Glock in your skirt, bitch
Skrrt, bitch
A pimp, ballin' since birth, bitch, damn
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1: AzChike]
Ayy, what he on?
This work ain't here to stay
Bitch, I'm trappin', get it gone
Donkey bone, futuristic, bitch, I'm trappin' with them drones, ayy
My nina with that freaky shit'll get you gone

[Verse 2: King Combs]
Double R, 400K, and that’s a wave
Woke up with a chain on my neck, call me a slave
House so big, these bitches call it a maze
When I ran down on that bitch, she was amazed
Like, "Bitch, what’s up with the what's up?"
I relax on the jet, put my foot up
Only niggas with cash fuck with us
So wherever you from, throw your hood up
If she bad, she get Chanel or somethin’
I'ma trap out, I fuck around and sell you somethin'
And I'm trappin’ out of state, I can mail you somethin'
And don't snitch, lil' baby, I can't tell you nothin', what?