Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Troy Sessoms
Troy Sessoms
Songwriter

Lyrics

Look at my face you're drawing a blank
Crossing red lines, I sign them with ink
Higher than life, you are what you think
They told me I'm nothing, I gambled away
Came back with something that's bigger (No way)
Talk if you must with no figures
Age creeping 40, young Jigga
Tommy Hilfiger this
Riding like Batman, who hiding the summer
If I talk calm still hyping the drummer
Back for revenge, it's time for a come up
Covid killed many if your crumbs put a thumb up
There's a savage inside, I gotta confess
Too hard to kill, a product of stress
Stress made me money, if you take it you're blessed
If a hater want money, I point to a desk
Who surfin', who surfin
Who surfin', huh
Who surfin', who surfin
Who surfin', huh
Huh
Huh
(Yeah, you make sure you talk that shit)
(Get in that bag, you feel me)
I came out the smoke dropping a lighter
You think you're a match, it's easy to slaughter
Fall on your knees, the size of your daughter
Promote it online, the end of the quarter
I'm throwing up signs, the joke is on you
Rewind it back, this different who knew?
Plans on the side, just Google my drive
I'm drake when he slide, I'm clapping my hands
Just look at my pants, I really can't dance
If you're around you're truly a fan
Might send you something out my advance
Searching for water, she fuck with a tan
They said I couldn't, can't relate
But it's too late, I'm out with my cake
Scraping my plate, you wanna debate
How high did you fall? Cut me that break
Who surfin', who surfin
Who surfin', huh
Who surfin', who surfin
Who surfin', huh
Huh
Huh
(Killing me, you gonna pick up the mess you caused)
(I'm telling you man, aah)
I wonder sometimes, my mood can be rude
Trip by myself, I'll trip on a fool
Scream at your face like I'm Goku
Throw shit at the wall, with nothing to do
I'm counting my fingers, get out of the shade
I'm not with the streets but I love a parade
Remember way back in the day
Don't take me for granted, I granted my stay (Ok)
Fuck what they want I got records to play
I'm just heating up my first meal of the day
After I'm done they gonna honor with pay
I turn the corner like Ricky (Noche)
This is the level I'm on
If you want more then come on
Break you down nothing to con
(Shhh) That would be fun
Who surfin', who surfin
Who surfin', huh
Who surfin', who surfin
Who surfin', huh
Huh
Huh
(This the illest, man stop on that man y'all cappin')
(No more after this man, no more, yall know what it is, alright)
(I'm ain't playing the hype man no more, I'm done with this, huh)
Written by: Troy Sessoms
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