Sweet Chin Symphony

Far away for the waves bruh Sweet chin music to your fucking mother Give us a path my nigga, high time niggas is drowning Cowabunga Like [Verse 1: RetcH] Tryna live righteous but this devil got ahold of me Standing in the rain with a K, high off more than v Looking for my enemies or just a pussy nigga slick Fuck the system, rather take my fucking wrist and fucking slit Bible in my back pocket, think I got a condom too Some chapstick and a [?] for this motherfucking chinese food Outchea tryna hit a lick cause a nigga need one Got thirty seven dollars cash and motherfucking weed crumbs My bitches on some next shit, them hoes don't even love a nigga Got the bitch tatted then she ran off with some other nigga Fuck it though can't even trip, cause I'm such a piece of shit Ask me what I did and I'ma tell you that I plead the fifth Word to my nigga Dave, trapping to the fucking grave I just met a nigga that said he could get me hand grenades Finna cop a couple and go biking through the neighbourhood Headed to the local park, just wising that a nigga would [Hook: RetcH] Let's go have it and cop a G That's 500 grams for you, that's five 500 grams for me 35 a pop, talk 'em down to three That's 30 racks off of crack, you'd be stupid not to agree Plastic baggies, we burn the tip I'm in the trap with a itch, my fingers sting like a bitch Going hard to death for the camp Forever ride to the end, if you my mans you my mans [Verse 2: A$ton Matthews] Versace frame in my Petey Pablo, just copped the swanging You know the stainless, you know the name is Brick Flair Brick Flair, all they talk about is Brick Flair Bet his pussy brown if my dick there Winter, fall, it's a cold case, snow nose means no play Cause when your knows knows I get more pay I'm the xannie doctor, nose for a pantie dropper You know the price, my mafiaso got hands in lobster Son of Sam, bitch I'm Holyfield holding grams Moses [?], brought the wave to the holy lands I sway, I surf, I bag, I serve, my packs bring herds My pinky ring bring birds, my main break chauffeurs I let the homies fuck but I'm smashing her first Pop the pussy while I pop the deuce And fuck a cop until he cop a few, Montana [Hook] [Verse 3: RetcH & A$ton Matthews] Wake up, smell the gun smoke, Hz Global, Cutthroat Slung dope, smoke dope, faded off that love boat Some niggas owed dough, I been calling out your matador We at his crib, we snatch up his moms and call it collateral Crash the Panamera, [?], shattered jaws They don't even scratch it off, riding out, hammers drawn Versace print tiger paws with a pocket full of Hannah Montana That I hustled off a Hasselhoff, pass it off That Asher Roth, I bag it raw and get it off Niggas that be cheffing, they hit my line when they needed soft They see the jaws, my pinky bright, my feet is course Teriyaki paint but you don't see the source, peep the horse With my Asian bitch, (Tatted up) Spanish hoe, (Saddle up) (White boys say they love my shit), Bro your rad as fuck Dapper fan, ([?]) RetcHy Porter, (Minivan) Banging 'til the feds knock, (Bitch I think I'm X-Pac) [Hook]