Summer of Surf - Riff Raff

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

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

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

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 bounds girl

You out of bounds girl

Talking out of time girl your ass is out of bounds 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

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