Summer of Surf

[Intro] Gone for the summer Gone for the summer yeah 80 day vacation I said a 80 day vacation 80 day vacation I said a 80 day vacation Summer Stretch plum Hummer I'm gone for the summer yeah stretch plum Hummer [Chorus x2] Swag when I surf Now watch me surf this swag Swag when I surf Now watch me surf this swag This is the remix Yeah this part two She 'bout to surf on me I'm 'bout to surf on you [Verse 1: RiFF RAFF] She on for the summer Other side of town She tell me to come over say her parents out of town She a bad broad And she never acting for [?] Open up garage [?] zero cars in garage I tell her call her friends Yeah I think menage a trois Plus we got some money her parents left her a credit card Yeah it's a black card I'm thinking shopping spree She's thinking more Hummers I'm thinking 'bout the Florida Keys Yeah Gone for the whole night Kawasaki bike She fed me five pounds of lobster Fed me every bite Hold a minute take a pause We in the bathroom stalls and she's playing with my balls While I check my missed calls She seen a naked pic It's a Motorola She say "I like that bitch Tell that bitch to come over" We back to the Range Rover Back to the topic Girl you need to stop it Yeah [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: RiFF RAFF] Ball game Barstool Going four for four Ball for ball [?] Like a ball stool [?] You be on that rap shit I ain't 'bout that battle shit You be on that cap shit I be high capping bitch I be on that trap shit Might pull like three or four Beef or the circle down [?] Got a bad attitude I'm looking for the excuse To knock it out of binds [?] girl You out of binds [?] girl Talking out of time girl your ass is out of binds [?] girl Not at all Hop all [?] the bright bitch with fat ass Bring me syrup weed and pills and some tylenol I ain't even stressed out Fuck my opponents It's summertime I'm ex-pills [?] and coronas HDTV's picture jumping out the plasma Bad bitch with all this ice think she catching asthma Yeah I'm on the side breathing Yeah she 'bout to faint now Thug girls see my ice have a mental breakdown [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: RiFF RAFF] I got a freestyle license No more writing You damn near catch a virus all the freestyles you fighting Forty-fifty G's on my icy devices Your parents see my ice have a midlife crisis Yeah It's time for them to see the counselor Trying to get in VIP with me? Go and see the bouncer Yeah Cause you ain't paying me nothing Ain't get no me [?] you thought that I was bluffing Yeah can't afford Nah I ain't no joke I'm riding 'round on rims You be flipping hundred spokes Yeah throwing caution in the wind Gucci on my loose plate Girl I don't want your lips Girl you got some loose lips Top and bottoms even even on the top part I ain't trying to grab your ass Your ass ain't got no class It ain't got no tightness I turn heads like vice grips [?] You be trying to wrestle with me Fuck that [Chorus x2]