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[Intro: Pasto Flocco]
Surf Gang, bitch
[?]
Pasto Flocco, yeah
[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
She gon' slide to the left
She fuck with a nigga, she fuck with the clique
Trappin' in downtown, sellin' a brick
Shawty you know, yeah, shawty a prick
She gon' slide to the right
Don't gotta fight, my hollows, they hit
I scare a nigga when he hit a clique
Your bitch, yeah, she all on my dick
[Verse 1: Pasto Flocco]
New check, new me, new drip
Lil' nigga, yeah, please don't hit
And shawty, you know I had to [?]
I catch an opp, nigga, that's a switch
Shoot at the law, so you know it drips
I'm runnin' the game, this is not a glitch
That nigga a stain, that nigga a bitch
Word on the streets, you a fake crip
[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
She gon' slide to the left
She fuck with a nigga, she fuck with the clique
Trappin' in downtown, sellin' a brick
Shawty you know, yeah, shawty a prick
She gon' slide to the right
Don't gotta fight, my hollows, they hit
I scare a nigga when he hit a clique
Your bitch, yeah, she all on my dick
[Verse 2: Pasto Flocco]
Shawty, she ratchet, Shanaynay
Glizzy hit him, make him do the nae-nae
Micheal Jordan when I step back, fadeaways
Sippin' two 4's, bitch, I fade away
In the crib, yeah, she ate away
She eat on my dick, yeah, she ate away
She was suckin' on dick in the backseat
She boppin' her head to the 808
You say you want money? Nigga, let's go
Her pussy pink, nigga, like panther
100 bands in the foriegn, let's go
Kill a nigga, leave him in a threshold
I get them bands [?]
[?] she pull up tonight
She wanna chill tonight, yeah-yeah
Baby girl, [?]
[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
She gon' slide to the left
She fuck with a nigga, she fuck with the clique
Trappin' in downtown, sellin' a brick
Shawty you know, yeah, shawty a prick
She gon' slide to the right
Don't gotta fight, my hollows, they hit
I scare a nigga when he hit a clique
Your bitch, yeah, she all on my dick
[Verse 3: Lil Tecca]
[...]
-We gon' hit up Vell for the bit
Big angelic, nigga, you ain't it
You a loser, you forgot how to win
Tecca Vercetti, I think he my twin
That bitch gave me back and her nigga name Jim
Pasto said "Let's shoot the video"
Nigga, where the fuck is the lens?
Nah, I cannot change, 'cause I got a little chain
All I know is how to stay the same
You get some fame and it get to your brain
So I had to make my own lane, baby
I'm like "Fuck all this fame, baby"
But my pockets, they gon' change
But you'll always be my main, bae
I'm gon' run it up with you
Nigga run up, bro gon' shoot
Bitch, I be drippin' from shirt to the shoe
My shawty be drippin', rockin' 22
Reason why-
[...]
[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
She gon' slide to the left
She fuck with a nigga, she fuck with the clique
Trappin' in downtown, sellin' a brick
Shawty you know, yeah, shawty a prick
She gon' slide to the right
Don't gotta fight, my hollows, they hit
I scare a nigga when he hit a clique
Your bitch, yeah, she all on my dick
