Surfboard

Nigga if I pull up with that pole, turn you to a ghost

You know I’ma let that Draco spit, bitch it do the most

If you come at me with all that beef, turn you to some roast

And you know I did this by my lone, bitch I feel like Post

Yeah my diamonds wetter than a fish, wetter than a boat

Slide up in that function in all white, feeling like the pope

I ain’t never had to pay no tax, bitch I’m selling dope

Young hot nigga with some bread, bitch let’s have a toast

Yeah let’s have a toast

Run up on yo’ block and have a turf war

Get the Draco or the Mac, which ever hurts more