Pro Surfers – (feat. Rio Da Yung Og)

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Helluva made this beat, baby
Smoke on the beat
Yeah
What up, BabyTron?
It’s Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG
‘Boyz in this bitch, nigga
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Dog shit on me right now, came from serving grams
You got dog shit on you right now but gotta turn it in
Told Tron teach me how to swipe, I can’t work a BIN
But, shit, if she got the money, I’ll serve my grams
Ayy, it’s a cold world
I don’t want no head from her, she got a cold sore
Use my last bitch name and walk into the phone store
I really made a twenty off my ex but not my old girl
I’m the truth, throwing blue hundreds on old girl
But I got a bitch so when we text, we use code words
I ain’t putting in on your drink, I got my own four
It’s too much money out here, what you at home for?
Shot a black nigga thirty times with a chrome .40
Would tell you how I got away but that’s a long story
If a nigga say he robbed me, that’s the wrong story
Man, ask that nigga why his mother fuckin’ bones hurting
Spinned the bitch and seen her out and told her my phone ain’t working
You ain’t getting off on me, bro, I’m the wrong person
Drop my pill in drink and reel it in, call it going Perking
Niggas riding waves around this bitch like a pro surfer
Yeah
Talk to these niggas Tron
They ain’t ready for this shit

[BabyTron:]
ShittyBoyz
I’m coming VVSs, fuck a VS1 chain
Caught him out, he froze up like a PS1 game
One man army, never needed one thing
Used to be dark, can’t believe that the sun came (On God)
Opps running from the smoke (Ha-ha), PUBG
Pour an eight in my Arizona, feel like Yung Lean (I am)
Kill me? Climb a tree and jump please
Pass me the crown for the fraud, I’m the Punch King
Talking loose? Sleep his ass like the Sandman
Used to be in class, shooting paper in the trash can
Now I punch shit like Jean Claude Van Dam
Just made four off a hitter, that’s a grand slam
Rio playing with that boy, he is not a pervert (Ha)
Made a wave and then I started seeing lots of surfers (Ayy)
Got enough sauce on me for a Mondo Burger
They say I look like Kyle Korver, bitch, I got a burner
And if her face card straight, I’ma test her neck (Ayy)
And if it suck, pass her up like I’m pressing X (She gone)
Ask how the fuck I do it, man, I guess I’m blessed
Chopstick’ll paralyze his ass, Professor X
Going with my gut feeling, I ain’t second guessing
Buffs with the tint fucking with my depth perception (Ayy)
Thinking you got God with you? Come and test your blessings
A hundred for a method, that don’t come with extra questions (It don’t)
Before I stomped him in these Humans, they was dead stock
Rio just turned a cream soda to a red pop
Cutting into me? I’ma send some headshots
You got a better chance cutting Minecraft bedrock