[Intro]
(Evilgiane)
(Surf Gang)
(You're fucking with ShokuRadio)

[Verse 1: POLO PERKS]
I keep big bankrolls wit' me
Why your hoe wit' me?
I got beams on every pole wit' me
Yeah, keep that Glo' wit' me
Had to leave my old bitch alone, she had a hold on me
Bought a new trap, and the stove was free
So we cookin' oZ for cheap
Japanese denim, they holdin' the bands up
Kick in his crib, get shot with his hands up
Aye, yuh
Nah, they can't love em, how I love em
Posted up on the block, still as fuck
Had to tell this bitch, nah, I don't love her (Skrt Skrt, ayy)
Surf Gang bitch, we can't trust you
I don't want that cup if it's not doubled up
[?], CC doubles
[?] insidе this bubble
Free bro locked up in that bubble
Nigga, whеre I stay, that's where I hustle
Bro down bad, might just mug him

[Verse 2: Caal Vo]
I just got the Wock', nigga, purple rain
When I'm in the strip club, I make it rain
Got two twin Glocks, I'ma make that hoe sing
He's talkin' that shit, yeah, we got him gone
Send that boy up, like he David Blaine
I don't really feel shit, but I really feel pain
Yeah, I came from the mud, I feel like Bane
Yeah, these niggas pugs, but I'm a Great Dane
Junkies can't feel they face, Novacane
I'm from the 7, where it always rain
Talkin' that shit, but my ooters aim
She ain't get shit, nigga but a grain
My niggas fucked up, they insane
Take that L, nigga, with no shame
Gotta bounce back, young nigga, maintain

[Verse 3: Moh Baretta]
Skrrt up in this bitch, in that new Mercedes
Too bad it ain't my damn fuckin' Mercedes
Never had a job, all these cats came over to pay me
Come on do it, let's talk it, let's say it
This isn't exotic, the fuck is you saying?
I want chicken nuggets, she want fish fillet
Come through to your spot, trappin' outside in day
Come visit odd money every other day[?]
Trap boys we Came in this bitch with propane
You hating on Gang you gon get a flame
Might pull up outside and put this zing on a tech[?]
Bitch this a marathon ain't here to race
She on them drugs so you know I had her out the race
Got an Artsy ass bitch and she love to pimp [?]
Pop a percocet you know I can feel it in my face
Too bad cuz for that I can't feel my face
Ayy Ayy
Pull up on my crib put her on six peat[?]
Ayy Ayy
You ain't talking no money then get out my face
If you ain't shooting for the stars then get out the way
Ayy Ayy
Counting profits outside my day[?]

[Outro: Karen O]
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Wait, they don't love you like I love you
Wait, they don't love you like I love you