​silver surfer

(Ay) (Ay) (Yuh)
Whippin' in the silver surfer, swervin' down the highway for some Baskin Robbins
Blade up in my pocket 'case these jokers wanna catch a problem
Catch me sippin' Arizona 'till I'm laying in the coffin
Catch my hands around a poet's throat I"m finna break the law
(And its not a problem)
Got my homie to the right of me
Already got that ice cream, now lookin' for a bite to eat
I stop by the convenience store to pick up some more ice tea
Got Hilfiger shoes, cuffed jeans, and a white tee
You thought it was the 90's but nah it's just retro
Nights like these is somethin' I'd never forget though
My fingers icy but no rings I'm just dead
I died long ago but I could resurrect though
Nah I'm playin' it's just cold in the whip, I
Keep the AC hella low in the whip, I
Like it meat locker froze in the whip
Got that pedal to the metal cold toes in the whip
Catch the whip so froze I think I could freeze time
Like the click remote maybe I could rewind
Got my mph flashin' on that LED sign
Gotta watch out I'm not about that LPD life
Maybe whip around your cul-de-sac like two or three times
Hopin' I could catch a poet trynna peek out the blinds
If you see the silver surfer just keep it mind
You better watch out cause it got that evil inside
(ayyy)