Kikoman Tsu Surf

[Intro: Jail call voice recording]
This call will be recorded and monitored, i have a collect call from......

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
Ugh
Foreign nights we really had the summer
Screaming free the thug, really grabbed the gunna'
Pay a bitch to fly just cause lous don't like tracking numbers
Stack the butter
Dior for Alana, Louie bag my mother
My heart wasn't there, but she was loyal, so I had to love her
Keep straps, City signs was up
We gotta press em' til they leaned back
Dreams of cuz dying before he died, I really seen that
How you broke and you can makе a dollar where it's fiends at?
Too much Fеntanyl another case and we don't need that
Want it if the cost right
Why you claim you won, can't tell me what a loss like
Carti watch the same wrist the bracelet, extra frost bite
Bussing off that perky, got him ashing on his Off White
Hopefully you get inspired
If we ever promised him a coffin, made him fit inside
You don't know it's room to stretch your legs till you get inside
Couldn't duck the opps' if we wanted to we was living by em'
They gone freeze the body till somebody come identify it
Trust me I was made for this
I ain't have sushi, till I had it wit a Asian bitch
Chop sticks, soy sauce, Kikoman glaze shit
Somebody hauled off we ain't leaving who we came wit
Pay the price, what you want?
Cause I ain't taking bets after I shake the dice
Shit get to kicking you'll miss, if you don't spray it right
Bad bitches like the dick and money, make her play it nice
Locked wit a n**** who got life, said it changed his life