Pro Surfers (feat. Rio Da Yung Og)

(Helluva made this beat, baby) (Smoke on the beat) Yeah What up, BabyTron? It's Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG 'Boyz in this bitch, nigga Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Dog shit on me right now, came from servin' grams You got dog shit on you right now, but gotta turn it in Told Tron, "Teach me how to swipe, I can't work a BIN" But, shit, if she got the money, I'll serve my grams Ayy, it's a cold world I don't want no head from her, she got a cold sore Use my last bitch name and walk into the phone store I really made a twenty off my ex, but not my old girl I'm the truth, throwin' blue hunnids on old girl But I got a bitch, so when we text, we use code words I ain't putting in on your drink, I got my own four It's too much money out here, what you at home for? Shot a black nigga thirty times with a chrome .40 Would tell you how I got away, but that's a long story If a nigga say he robbed me, that's the wrong story Man, ask that nigga why his mothafuckin' bones hurting Spinned the bitch and seen her out and told her my phone ain't working You ain't getting off on me, bro, I'm the wrong person Drop my pill in drink and reel it in, call it goin' Perking Niggas riding waves 'round this bitch like a pro surfer Yeah Talk to these niggas Tron They ain't ready for this shit ShittyBoyz I'm comin' VVSs, fuck a VS1 chain Caught him out, he froze up like a PS1 game One man army, never needed one thing Used to be dark, can't believe that the sun came (On God) Opps runnin' from the smoke (Ha-ha), PUBG Pour an eight in my Arizona, feel like Yung Lean (I am) Kill me? Climb a tree and jump please Pass me the crown for the fraud, I'm the Punch King Talkin' loose? Sleep his ass like the Sandman Used to be in class, shootin' paper in the trash can Now I punch shit like Jean Claude Van Dam Just made four off a hitter, that's a grand slam Rio playin' with that boy, he is not a pervert (Ha) Made a wave and then I started seein' lots of surfers (Ayy) Got enough sauce on me for a Mondo Burger They say I look like Kyle Korver, bitch, I got a burner And if her face card straight, I'ma test her neck (Ayy) And if it suck, pass her up like I'm pressin' X (She gone) Ask how the fuck I do it? Man, I guess I'm blessed Chopstick'll paralyze his ass, Professor X Goin' with my gut feelin', I ain't second guessin' Buffs with the tint, fuckin' with my depth perception (Ayy) Thinkin' you got God with you? Come and test your blessings A hunnid for a method, that don't come with extra questions (It don't) Before I stomped him in these Humans, they was dead stock Rio just turned a cream soda to a red pop Cuttin' into me? I'ma send some headshots You got a better chance cuttin' Minecraft bedrock