Lyrics Too Coo - Surf God

Why he acting like he too coo
Four nick spitting shots bet it go Through
Ima shoot another town till it's old News
I'm the hottest out the south I Thought I told you

Everything come out my mouth been The whole truth

Hitting licks before the practice
Paid the coach too

Even voted most talent back in high School
Rocking loui Gucci Rafs
When I walked through

Went from worker to robber
Young trapper turn rapper

Whole nother breed then you Cappers

Niggas want smoke
Don't get hit with the act up

Praying my dogs don't get active

Hop out the car now ya shooter need Back up
This choppa turn skin to elastic

This ain't a race
We still turned out the fastest
When I get the torch ain't no passing

Gone yea
50 Off a phone yea
Now these hoes won't leave me lone yea
I just moved another zone yea
Any nigga moving wrong dead
Had to let a couple a tears Shed
Now my dawg been chewing beans meds

Say it's beef nigga
Nuff said
It's up red

I don't really like to talk a lot
Ima aim for his head, let him walk it Out

Freed my dawg out the cage
Now he back in route

Say money talk
Nigga then my pockets shout

I be damn
A nigga catch me on my mommas Couch

Rather catch me on the the news Trynna spark it out
This the life a demigod a never about

I'm the last to ever do it
But the first rap

I ain't gone stop till we living on the Coast side
Ain't keeping track with opps
But a nigga know the Score High

Done caught another view
This is way beyond a birds eye

Turned Em to a dolphin
I was aiming for his 3rd eye

Smoking cookies leaving Saks
Got a Nigga feeling more fly

Skirt off in a lamb
It's a Rental I'm just test driving

Plotting what to get
When I finally get the deal signed

Could never tell the difference
Smell the rubber when the wheels grind

Surf been taking off
Swear that boy gone be a problem

The day I stop breathing
Only way that you can solve em

Ain't shit to get em gone
Picking numbers from a auction

Ain't clutching on taser
But these shells gone get to shocking

Brodie brought the bag
Now we got the party rocking

A goat up in the making
So a nigga been the topic

First class flights
Im in Houston catching rockets

California nights
Blaring music drop topless

It's my past fault
On the road got me spending what ya rent cost

Get the rock then l pass it like a quick toss

Diamonds hitting like they fighting
I think they pissed off

White girl doing so much coca
She could piss soft

Man that boy ain't really cut but his bitch raw
You might catch a uppercut if ya breath wrong
Only hustlers in the trap you don't belong
Told my niggas that it's up this the theme song