Rio Da Yung OG, BabyTron - Pro Surfers lyrics

(Helluva made this beat, baby)
(Smoke on the beat) yeah
What up, BabyTron?
It's Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG
'Boyz in this bitch, nigga
Ayy,  ayy, ayy, ayy

Dog shit on me right now
Came from serving grams
You got dog shit on you right
Now but gotta turn it in
Told Tron teach me how to swipe
I can’t work a BIN
But, shit, if she got the money
I’ll serve my grams ayy, it’s a cold world
I don’t want no head from her
She got a cold sore
Use my last bitch name and
Walk into the phone store
I really made a twenty off my
Ex but not my old girl i’m the truth
Throwing blue hunnids on old girl
But I got a bitch so when we text
We use code words
I ain’t putting in on your drink
I got my own four
It’s too much money out here
What you at home for?
Shot a black nigga thirty times
With a chrome 40
Would tell you how I got away
But that’s a long story
If a nigga say he robbed me
That’s the wrong story
Man, ask that nigga why
His motherfucking bones hurting
Spinned the bitch and seen her out and
Told her my phone ain’t working
You ain’t getting off on me, bro
I’m the wrong person
Drop my pill in drink and reel it in
Call it going Perking
Niggas riding waves 'round this bitch
Like a pro surfer

Yeah talk to these niggas Tron
They ain’t ready for this shit

ShittyBoyz i’m coming VVSs, fuck a VS1 chain
Caught him out, he froze up like a PS1 game
One man army, never needed one thing
Used to be dark
Can’t believe that the sun came (On God)
Opps running from the smoke (Ha ha) , PUBG
Pour an eight in my Arizona
Feel like Yung Lean (I am)
Kill me? Climb a tree and jump please
Pass me the crown for the fraud
I’m the Punch King
Talking loose? Sleep his ass like the Sandman
Used to be in class
Shooting paper in the trash can
Now I punch shit like Jean Claude Van Dam
Just made four off a hitter
That’s a grand slam
Rio playing with that boy
He is not a pervert (Ha)
Made a wave and then I
Started seeing lots of surfers (Ayy)
Got enough sauce on me for a Mondo Burger
They say I look like Kyle Korver, bitch
I got a burner
And if her face card straight
I’ma test her neck (Ayy)
And if it suck
Pass her up like I’m pressing X (She gone)
Ask how the fuck I do it? Man
I guess I’m blessed
Chopstick’ll paralyze his ass, Professor X
Going with my gut feeling
I ain’t second guessing
Buffs with the tint fucking
With my depth perception (Ayy)
Thinking you got God with you?
Come and test your blessings
A hunnid for a method
That don’t come with extra questions
(It don’t)
Before I stomped him in these Humans
They was dead stock
Rio just turned a cream soda to a red pop
Cutting into me? I’ma send some headshots
You got a better chance
Cutting Minecraft bedrock