Yeah… Fuck all that stress We outside Hood too wild, had to slide that bitch Sirens all night on some hot-boy shit So we peeled off smooth in the candy drip Middle finger up like “fuck that shit” Stacked up paper, yeah the play went right Sun still shining, it was good all night Bitch I earned this breeze and view From them block-side blues I grew Lean back low when the tide roll in Same day grind, now we toast and grin Chrome stay bright, no rental shit Own lane drive, don’t follow shit Came from corners where the tension thick Now it’s palm trees, smoke from the pit If they mad, let ‘em talk that shit We on beach time, don’t respond to shit Fuck that stress, we gone Block too hot, move on Cookout lit all day long Beach-side vibe too strong Fuck that noise, we straight Money good, feel great Bitch we made our own fate Sunset seal that plate Charcoal pop when the ribs get flipped Sauce drip slow on some boss-man shit Whole crew deep, no fraud in sight If it ain’t real love, don’t call that shit Dirty South drawl when I talk my slang West coast glide when I switch that lane Bitch don’t kill this vibe today We done paid our dues, we good, okay Seen dark nights with the block on fire Now it’s ocean breeze and the mood get higher Shit feel different when you earn that rest Hard week grind, now the chest out flexed From the curbside stress to the shoreline calm Still ten toes, still palm-tree strong If they ask how the hell we live Tell ‘em hard work — and fuck that shit Fuck that stress, we gone Block too hot, move on Cookout lit all day long Beach-side vibe too strong Fuck that noise, we straight Money good, feel great Bitch we made our own fate Sunset seal that plate Yeah… From the block to the beach From the pressure to peace Fuck the stress We good ------------------------------© 2026 xburgermanx----------------------------------
