Acrylo - SURFO MODE lyrics
[Acrylo - SURFO MODE lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the
Ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up
They get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys
Hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up
Give me the loot (Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 am and I'm back
Up poppin' with the crew i just landed in
Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains
Think my jeweler really sellin' fruit's
And they chokin', man
Know the crackers wish it was a noose
Some-Some-Some-Someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps
Don't play us for weak (Someone said)
Yeah, this shit way too formal
Y'all know I don’t follow suit stacey Dash
Most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made
Off records I produced
I might take all my exes and
Put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305
Bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said
"The moon" we ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean
It's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue
Someone said
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said pl-Playin' for keeps
Someone said, motherfucker someone said
Don't play us for weak
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
Woo, made this here with all the
Ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up
They get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys
Hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up
Give me the loot (Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 am and I'm back
Up poppin' with the crew i just landed in
Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains
Think my jeweler really sellin' fruit's
And they chokin', man
Know the crackers wish it was a noose
Some-Some-Some-Someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl-Pl-Playin' for keeps
Don't play us for weak (Someone said)
Yeah, this shit way too formal
Y'all know I don’t follow suit stacey Dash
Most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made
Off records I produced
I might take all my exes and
Put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305
Bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said
"The moon" we ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean
It's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue
Someone said
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said pl-Playin' for keeps
Someone said, motherfucker someone said
Don't play us for weak