Surf lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Miami]
Surf, b*tch
pus*y so wet, you can surf, b*tch
Do tricks on the di*k like a circus
I'm that b*tch that got your main b*tch lurkin’
f*ck me in the Ghost, closed curtains
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

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

[Verse 1: AzChike]
Ayy, what he on?
This work ain't here to stay
b*tch, I'm trappin', get it gone
Donkey bone, futuristic, b*tch, I'm trappin' with them drones, ayy
My nina with that freaky sh*t'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 b*tches call it a maze
When I ran down on that b*tch, she was amazed
Like, "b*tch, what’s up with the what's up?"
I relax on the jet, put my foot up
Only n*ggas with cash f*ck with us
So wherever you from, throw your hood up
If she bad, she get Chanel or somethin’
I'ma trap out, I f*ck 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?
[Chorus: Yung Miami]
Surf, b*tch
pus*y so wet, you can surf, b*tch
Do tricks on the di*k like a circus
I'm that b*tch that got your main b*tch lurkin'
f*ck me in the Ghost, closed curtains

[Post-Chorus: King Combs]
Word, b*tch
I'm tryna see what I heard, b*tch
Twerk, b*tch
I put double C's on your purse, b*tch
Damn, and they know I'm the man
I flew out your b*tch, she came back with a tan

[Verse 3: Yung Miami]
Hold up, I'm not your baby mama (Period)
Give a f*ck 'bout them kids, Rolls Royce on the bridge
Suck his di*k in the backseat, lipstick ain't smudge
I don't budge, if a b*tch want smoke then it's up (What's up?)
I am not the one (At all)
Yeah, b*tch, we don't send verses, we send hearses
Big Chanel purses, this not immersive
AmEx cost white, sign in cursive
I want the big one
Used to have a baby Glock, now I want the big one
Never f*ck with an average n*gga, only rich ones
When you have a sugar daddy, girl, you need to get one
[Chorus: Yung Miami]
Surf, b*tch
pus*y so wet, you can surf, b*tch
Do tricks on the di*k like a circus
I'm that b*tch that got your main b*tch lurkin'
f*ck me in the Ghost, closed curtains

[Post-Chorus: AzChike]
Nerd b*tch
Where your wings, lil' bird b*tch?
Swerve, b*tch
We gon' f*ck if you flirt, b*tch
I'm a thug, put this Glock in your skirt, b*tch
Skrrt, b*tch
A pimp, ballin' since birth, b*tch, damn

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
I ain't got no masters or five degrees
Put I can pull out first when it's five degrees, ayy (Talk to 'em)
I just flew a b*tch in from the DR
Million dollar n*gga, still'll put you in the ER
This AK got wood on it, nicknamed it tree bark
She like, "Is your chain worth a car?" It's more like three cars
Twerk, b*tch, like you a stripper and this your work shift
Boy, don't bring your b*tch around the gang, she might get purchased
I can't hit sh*t raw, you know that ain't gon' work, b*tch
I know your n*gga broke just lookin' at your purse, b*tch
Why you tryna ride the wave knowin' you can't surf, b*tch?
Heard they want me dead, bet I get them n*ggas first, b*tch
In this b*tch with King Combs, b*tch go get your weave combed
Bro a big ape and he'll tear sh*t up, he King Kong
Stop comparin' me to all these dope fiends, n*gga
Don't let her see me while she woke 'cause I'm your ho dream, n*gga, gang
[Chorus: Yung Miami]
Surf, b*tch
pus*y so wet, you can surf, b*tch
Do tricks on the di*k like a circus
I'm that b*tch that got your main b*tch lurkin'
f*ck me in the Ghost, closed curtains

[Post-Chorus: King Combs]
Word, b*tch
I'm tryna see what I heard, b*tch
Twerk, b*tch
I put double C's on your purse, b*tch
Damn, and they know I'm the man
I flew out your b*tch, she came back with a tan