Surf God - Dip & Dodge Lyrics

Getting deeper in these streets had ta dip an dodge (gone)
That money coming fast I swear I couldn't keep a job (nah)
Buying woodys out the ass coulda bought a lodge (bitch)
Trynna press me hit buttton we gone shoot it out (bow)
I'm from Kentucky so you know I make em chickens cluck (aye)
Get the tip do the hit his bitch gone pick him up (damn)
Skinny nigga but my pockets eat like they can't get enough (they can't)
Niggas claiming smoke till they buff we taking
Double puffs (aye)
I'm the shooter an driver ain't got a simese (twin)
Wanna dub show you the way just get behind me (win)
Niggas steal the wave cant surf with surf we ride tsunamis (gone)
Took her on trip we outta earth she popped a molly (damn
Heard the medics let him die shout out to all the doctors (aye)
Cause if we slid again the city might just call a chopper (f*ck)
Hitting licks in school where was you when I was popping lockers (damn)
In the malls I want it all now im they favorite shopper (bitch)
I know some Js that flip that bag quicker than you rappers (aye)
Throw you on live with a strap I swear you niggas actors (swear)
You a turtle in the race shout out to king kappa (kin)
And if that bitch gotta fat ass you know I'm finna clap her
Gs in the slammer
Ima grab the hammer
Feel like Thor when it thunder make you shit ya pamper
I look for action why you hiding you a happy camper
They got evidence on my bro so I had to tamper (free B)
Getting deeper in these streets had ta dip an dodge
That money coming fast I swear I couldn't keep a job
Buying woodys out the ass coulda bought a lodge
Trynna press me hit buttton we gone shoot it out
I'm from Kentucky so you know I make em chickens cluck
Get the tip do the hit his bitch gone pick him up
Skinny nigga but my pockets eat like they can't get enough
Niggas claiming smoke till they buff we taking
Double puffs
I know some movers that'll shake the whole party down
I got the devils in my ear to put the Bible down
I can't fold I gotta flip until my time is out
So try to stop me an ima show you what these Rhymes about
Told bro to peep his hip soon he step up out the whip
Check that nigga shoulders see if he up walk with a limp
He flash his lights we got tip we bring him in the crib
Cleaned em up
Slimed em down
Kicked em out the spizz
Made em do the shizz
You loaded off some mid
Put that price on yo head
Niggas want the bid
Milly rocky in blocky ion play with kids
Tried to run knock em down made em do the splits
You niggas sweet I cook you up no easy bake oven
The way my cards played out you'd think my name was mc lovin
Oh shit surf just hit the party bitches start shoving
This life come with a price bet yo check on it
Getting deeper in these streets had ta dip an dodge
That money coming fast I swear I couldn't keep a job
Buying woodys out the ass coulda bought a lodge
Trynna press me hit buttton we gone shoot it out
I'm from Kentucky so you know I make em chickens cluck
Get the tip do the hit his bitch gone pick him up
Skinny nigga but my pockets eat like they can't get enough
Niggas claiming smoke till they buff we taking
Double puffs