[Intro]
SurfGang, bitch
Hello, hello, hello
Pasto Flocco, yeah
Pasto Flocco, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Bodybag, zip 'em up, boy, you better call 911
Think fast, better reach for the gun
Chopper gon' cook that boy like the sun
The same n***a that talk about me, fuckin' their bitch to my songs
I'm controllin' the game, yeah, get a real n***a to want you

[Verse 1]
I just scored an opp, yeah, swish, that's an air ball
Bitch, I ball on these n***as like Jimmy
I'm goin' to the top, they wanna come with me
I hit up bro Sean, he keepin' the glizzy
She said that she dizzy and she off a xanny
She come to the crib, she take off her panties
I'm stackin' up bands, you stackin' up pennies

[Refrain]
You don't wanna fuck with me, got a strap on me
Got a shawty, fight vs., I'm not your wifey
She told me that she love me, bitch, I'm not your wifey
Runnin' the game, we gon' slide here
[Chorus]
Bodybag, zip 'em up, boy, you better call 911
Think fast, better reach for the gun
Chopper gon' cook that boy like the sun
The same n***a that talk about me, fuckin' their bitch to my songs
I'm controllin' the game, yeah, get a real n***a to want you

[Verse 2]
Sweet life, bitch, I'm lookin' like Zach
I got a Glock, that boy, he get back
Pussy n***a, make him run like it's track
I call up bro Hat, yeah, scratch
He wipin' his nose, slime, slatt
I call up the ghost, Casper
Unlimited time, I cannot just go back
You gotta go like a throwback

[Chorus]
Bodybag, zip 'em up, boy, you better call 911
Think fast, better reach for the gun
Chopper gon' cook that boy like the sun
The same n***a that talk about me, fuckin' their bitch to my songs
I'm controllin' the game, yeah, get a real n***a to want you

[Outro]
Oh, get a real n***a to want you, oh (Slatt)
Get a real n***a to want you, oh (Slatt)
Get a real n***a to— (Slatt)
Get a real n***a to want you
Pasto Flocco, yeah