Surf - CHAD Lyrics


CHAD Lyrics by Surf

[Intro]
(You ruin everything)

[Chorus]
Pull up in the coupe, bitch, I go fast
Two-hundred my dash, I pray I don't crash
Shawty too bad, she came with her friend
I don't got a jimmy, then I gotta blast
Okay, I came for the swag, I came for the bag, I came for the cash
What's in my blunt? Gas, huh
My bad, I'm smokin' on strong, huh, Chad

[Verse 1]
Yeah, what's goin' on with your best friend? (Bestie)
My brother wan' know what's your best friend
I be kickin' my shit like Tekken (Yeah)
They be watchin' my moves like reference (Yeah)
Gotta know where you goin', no dead ends (Yeah)
In the EA, it get treacherous (Treacherous)
I ain't worried 'bout niggas I'm better than (Uh-huh)
I ain't sick, but I'm sippin' on medicine
This that new shit, that smooth shit, that count them blues shit
If she ain't bringin' nothin' to the table, get a new bitch
Don't make me sweep your block up, I might pull up on a broomstick
My whole gang get that work in, I can't hang around no useless
What's the fuss?
I feel like I was Dame time, I'm playin' for them bucks
My ex just turned a model bitch, I might be Elon Musk
I pulled up in this coupe
I used to ride the bus
Might take 'em on that high speed
I make 'em eat my dust

[Chorus]
Pull up in the coupe, bitch, I go fast
Two-hundred my dash, I pray I don't crash
Shawty too bad, she came with her friend
I don't got a jimmy, then I gotta blast
Okay, I came for the swag, I came for the bag, I came for the cash
What's in my blunt? Gas, huh
My bad, I'm smokin' on strong, huh, Chad

[Verse 2]
My bitch is bad and bougie (Bougie)
You be JT, I be Uzi
FN slice a nigga up like Krueger
Get a bag, run back home like Bueller (Yeah)
I'm in places that I can't pronounce, I feel like an intruder (Uh-huh)
My whole gang been scorin' shit like Golden State, we full of shooters
My whole roster full of tens, they doin' they best
See, I gotta win, my foot on they neck
I can't pick up the phone if it ain't 'bout a check
I think I'm gettin' hot, need a temperature
I been gettin' these blues, my pockets depressed
He want me to lose, say that shit with your chest
I just want me an M, I can't get nothin' less
She got body like Kim, I might make her undress

[Chorus]
Pull up in the coupe, bitch, I go fast
Two-hundred my dash, I pray I don't crash
Shawty too bad, she came with her friend
I don't got a jimmy, then I gotta blast
Okay, I came for the swag, I came for the bag, I came for the cash
What's in my blunt? Gas, huh
My bad, I'm smokin' on strong, huh, Chad
Pull up in the coupe, bitch, I go fast
Two-hundred my dash, I pray I don't crash
Shawty too bad, she came with her friend
I don't got a jimmy, then I gotta blast
Okay, I came for the swag, I came for the bag, I came for the cash
What's in my blunt? Gas, huh
My bad, I'm smokin' on strong, huh, Chad

[Outro]
This that new shit, that smooth shit, that count them blues shit
This that new shit, that smooth shit, that count them blues shit

CHAD (Audio)
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