surfs up tell them boys I'm riding this wave and the surf is up I'm cowabunga hanging ten the big cahunna bruh this Maui kush on maficoast gotcha boy bossin up I'm on my job you know my squad about to run it up im from the southwest please do not test I go hard for mine I whip the car like it's battle ship full steam ahead i bake a cake and sit at tables just to break up bread I brought a loaf I made a toast I'm on some gangsta shit I keep a heater and boy that ghetto flight is straight express I dump these hollows at you kneck show to take off your chest know I'm the star to that Cresent boy humduallah born to slide ready to ride on a haters every second the purse first that ass last bet they know the check list get the bag no need to brag about how hard I'm going the weed be potent we stay coasting coast nostra I bleed the game haters on your carcus like vultures I stayed the same been had that bread check how they change up on ya. never the same shit is lame and I can vouch for them