huntington sunrise.

Sun burnt Beach breeze I dont need a six pack I sit back Dropping gems At the shore you might see a piff Pack In a ziplock One a clock And I dip right before they all crash I zip past Asking who the best But honestly I been that Burning my legs Right infront of the ocean I keep one rolled Like I keep my compsure Altima dusty Cruising around half a bumper Till I flip the whip to a rover Eight O eight thumping While mr potty mouth is dumping Shells out where the pump is Aiming at your pumpkin F*ck it Just might blast at your wig For a slight reduction I cant look down When im aiming towards the Summit Hunger in my stomach Never needa front it Hunting in the jungle For a stack a hunnits In abundance I feel like a pharaoh Ruling till a mummy No cup of muddy For me buddy I been on a new wave F*ck the old days I need new days Newer chapter I start on a new page When I say im the best Say touché And there'll be no problems If you got an issue Im the one to solve it Dissolving the petty On eight O eight solvent If she give me brain Than why do I need college Im flipping my bars Turning that into profit We all are gods angels But I am a profit I know I sound cocky I back up my process Replacing the lint With a mill in my pockets Maestro