Oliver Francis - ​ssuurrffiinn lyrics

(Things aren't that simple)
Yeah, fuck
Yeah
(Things aren't that simple)

I shall stunt on all these
Hoes every single time ayy
I been throwin' big faces
Ain't no singles on me
Why the fuck these hoes blowin'
Up my phone all day?
Paul Wall in the Styrofoam, sittin' sideways
Me and shawty roll a blunt
I take her hand and fly away
We buy out the bar and take
It back to my place
Roll a cigarillo, take that shit to my face
Marijuana straight from Cali-for-nye aye
I been juggin' lean out the duplex
And my lil' shawty turnt down off a Xanax
Suicide doors, yeah I charged em to the Amex
Suicide doors, yeah I charged em to the Amex
The other night a bitch rear ended
Me up in the coop
So I just gave that bitch a band
And told her call it cool
And every night you find me
Rolling doobies by the pool
I might pull up and unload with
The uzi on ya' crew
I fuck a bitch and then I smoke a doob'
I pour the four up in the
Styrofoam and call it cool
I pour the four up in the
Styrofoam and call it cool
(Yeah)
Yeah, bitch you know I do
My bitch says she can't fuck with me no more
It's probably 'cause I'm rich
And that hoe broke
My homies ain't the same they was before
It's probably 'cause I gets a lot of dough
It's probably 'cause I fucks a lot of hoes
It's probably 'cause I smokes a lot of dope
It's probably 'cause I gets a lot of dough
It's probably 'cause I gets a lot of dough
Bitch I'm surfin'

(Things aren't that simple)