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SURFERS
103
Rap
SURFERS was released on June 12, 2026 by Epidemic Sound as a part of the album SURFERS - Single
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Release DateJune 12, 2026
LabelEpidemic Sound
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Demon Baby
Demon Baby
Performer
Daquan Johnson
Daquan Johnson
Vocals
Shearaton Carter
Shearaton Carter
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daquan Johnson
Daquan Johnson
Lyrics
Shearaton Carter
Shearaton Carter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shearaton Carter
Shearaton Carter
Producer

Lyrics

You ain’t gotta turn me up
Cause I’m already turnt up
You ain’t gotta turn me up
Cause I’m already turnt up
They done stole my swag
Riding waves like subway surfer
You taking notes on how to be a boss like me
I don’t blame you
Feel like Golden State in 2016, I can’t be tamed
I’m the one, you like number two or three, catch up
Aye, don’t hate the player, hate the game
Why you mad my bands up
You a rookie I’m a vet
So when you speak you come correct
Crunch time or under pressure
Boy, I bet I pass the test
Been in the studio for 40 hours straight
I’m a lab rat
Spend a bag triple that
You can vouch I did that
You can’t talk money to me
When you can’t even pay your debt
Taking trips to different states
I’m on the way, I’ll be right back
I can’t be guarded Klay and Steph
I’m plugged in just like some WiFi
I ain’t just a rapper, I get money and get active
Poppin it was natural, I ain’t have to try or practice
I ain’t have a bank or safe, I used to use a mattress
You ain’t gotta turn me up
Cause I’m already turnt up
They done stole my swag
Riding waves like subway surfer
You taking notes on how to be a boss like me
I don’t blame you
Feel like Golden State in 2016, I can’t be tamed
I’m the one, you like number two or three, catch up
Aye don’t hate the player, hate the game
Why you mad my bands up
You a rookie I’m a vet
So when you speak you come correct
Crunch time or under pressure
Boy, I bet I pass the test
It’s a hole inside your pocket, boy
I think you need some matches
Told em go long Lamar Jackson
Ain’t none bout me basic
Ain’t none bout me average
I’m balling like the Mavericks
I call plays just like John Madden
Luxury life, I’m living lavish
Go go go go (Uh)
Go go go (Pop it)
Go go go (Pop it)
Go go go
Slow motion better than no motion
I’m smooth as hell like a bottle of lotion
Stop acting like you knew this
Private date eating steak we at Ruth Chris
Why, why, cause I’m him
Baby I ain’t them
I been at the bank
Shit don’t ask me where I been
You ain’t gotta turn me up
Cause I’m already turnt up
They done stole my swag
Riding waves like subway surfer
You taking notes on how to be a boss like me
I don’t blame you
Feel like Golden State in 2016, I can’t be tamed
I’m the one, you like number two or three, catch up
Aye don’t hate the player, hate the game
Why you mad my bands up
You a rookie I’m a vet
So when you speak you come correct
Crunch time or under pressure
Boy, I bet I pass the test
Written by: Daquan Johnson, Shearaton Carter
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