BabyTron - Cowabunga lyrics

Hall of Fame quick draw
He couldn't even grab his blick
In the booth eleven in the morning
On my rapper tip
Tripping while it's hazardous
I fucked around and crashed the whip
I know you in the crib mad as
Hell you can't stack a ten
Never sold a drug but I'ma tell
Unc' to tap me in
Dee brought two hoes to the room
I told him tag me in selling sauce dead
Need ten for a half of BIN
Cheap bitch got her nails done
She been happy since
Bitch, I'm Sleeve Nash
Even when I'm in a wife-beater
Dropping loads off
It look like Saks hit the dry clеaners
She started sucking dick for no rеason
She a mind reader
Pop full of Wockhardt but my
Bitch a wine drinker crackhead ran off
I damn near blew the blow out him
All-wheel drive on the foreign
Could climb a snow mountain
Fell asleep getting head but I
Woke up Pro counting
Thinking he got power? 50 really
Bring the ghost out him
Caught him drinking green and a shooter
Knocked the four out him
We caught him smoking Runtz
Shot him up and knock the jokes out him
I could take the youngest baller out
And bring the coach out him
My middle name "Active"
I could run it up with no problem
I can take a pretty classy bitch
And turn her to a slut
Cowabunga, on the dark web
Surfing with a punch
Told Dee put the steak down
He working up a gut
Apple jack breakfast but I'm finna
Turn 'em in by lunch
Bitch told me pull up on her then
She got a lot to show
Amiris stuffed with cheese, Sauce God
Got lasagna on me
I ain't bump my head in the club
But got a nod up on me
Dipping with them chips
With my vatos making guacamole
My young dawg's screws loose
They riding 'round with chops and stollies
Gang dropped a pic, i'm in the caption
Probably dropping trophies
Bro off two fours
Fade away and take the shot like Kobe
Looking at my wrist
I think it might be time to drop a Rollie
Balaclava Carhartt, pull up
Make the car bark road running
You will never catch me in the car parked
Shooter BAPE'd up
Fuck around and have a shark spark you
It's 2021, I need a interview from Nardwuar
Been chilling with the Visas, boy
I used to be a fiend to slide
Thinking in the summer I might
See how that Demon ride
My east side bitch got fire head
She on demon time
You at the set with five hunnid
Stay from the Neiman's side
Or, motherfucker, you gon' go broke
Cuz stomping on it barefoot, he got dope toes
You gon' need another wave
It's looking like yo boat slow
This bitch done got a couple gifts on me
She a throat GOAT
The buzzer just beeped and I been
Balling since the tip off
Left the money phone and came
Back to sixty missed calls
Walking in yo bitch crib rude
Kicking kicks off
Using gang lingo? Fuck around and
Twist yo lips off

Huh, yeah using gang lingo? Fuck around and
Twist yo lips off
Real talk, you not one of us cut it out, man
Ayy, ShittyBoyz