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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SAINt JHN
Vocals
Fallen
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos St. John
Songwriter
Lee Stashenko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
f a l l e n
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Hey I know, hey I know, hey I know
Fuck you want
Hey
I'm tryna catch a wave, these bitches know the way
These trappers see the way, it's all up in my way
These **** in the way, I'm surfin' it away
I'm surfin' in a wave
These bitches know to wait, you trappers know to wave
Real **** know to weigh, you prolly not on the wave
I'm Gucci in a wave, I'm Louie in a wave
I'm surfin' on a wave
Ay, surf's up, ****
Surf Club, ****, ya
Don't touch, ****
Pullin' up in the Gucci store
Spendin' like a **** got money
Tell the guard block off the door
6 months I'm on the Forbes
Headed downtown with a Boujee
Hoping that the bands go boozie
Pull up in that DOC
Tell that bitch, hop out the roof
Tell that bitch you in denial
Tell a bitch check on my file
Tell that bitch I am the man
I been the man since a child
I know I got it for now
Swallow so I know you down
She put it all in her mouth
And still don't know how it's pronounced
Baby you fit like a diamond, is you lit
Trap don't ever die, now is you ready for me
Every fucking time I get it wet, God's ain't ever lying
Now is you ready for me
These bitches know to wait, you trappers know to wave
Real **** know to weigh, you prolly not on the wave
I'm Guccin' away, I'm Louien' away
I'm surfin' on a wave
Ay, surf's up, ****
Surf Club, ****, ya
Don't touch, ****
Bottles on, bottles on, bottles my ****
She said, I been trappin' like that shit religious
I said, I'm goin' too hard, please forgive her
You know there's no love, 'cause my heart just tuned in December
I need a Porsche, fit at least 10 bitches inside
I need a crib, only lingerie models get invited
I need Megan Good, know she taken, keep it in mind
I won't tell nobody though, keep it so private ay
You know I got **** to do it, when I took a different approach
Ten thousand feet in the air when I swear I look different in coach
Good thing you started a wave my ****, I live on a boat
I put my finger in the air, when they ask me to give them a quote
Baby you fit like a diamond, is you lit
Trap don't ever die, now is you ready for me
Every fucking time I get it wet, God's ain't ever lying
Now is you ready for me
These bitches know to wait, you trappers know to wave
Real **** know to weigh, you prolly not on the wave
I'm Guccin' away, I'm Louien' away
I'm surfin' on a wave
Ay, surf's up, ****
Surf Club, ****, ya
Don't touch, ****
If you wanna go get a scooter
Baby this is drugs but it's true love
I shine like a diamond
You don't wanna find us
Written by: Carlos St. John Phillips, Lee Stashenko