[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
First thing I hear when I touch down is “Surf, the Midwest groovin'
Such and such nice, what’s his name doin' his numbers
And I don’t see the Midwest losin'.”
Well, I could think of a few verbs, for the niggas that think they ill
I come through the Midwest cruisin'
X all factors, hit all men tryna holla—
Ayy, Hitman, let me holla at you
I brought enough for you and ShowwOutt
And anybody that show out
Already got my other half, I’ll clear this fuckin' show out
'Bout to get this nigga dressed, no he ain’t about to go out
I need that old Hitman, tank top with the rope out
Yett Yett, what? This 60's shit is somethin' you don’t know 'bout
You said you wanted to ride… well, Gerald let’s roll out
Me and my strap got two different visions, but I see hands so clear
Mines goin' out blazin', clips droppin', no fear
Look like a car crash, he get the bag, no air
That tre see morgue and he don’t wanna go there
They say Tsu Surf cold but all he talk about is hoopin’
‘Cause I feel like I’m shootin' when I squirt pounds
And as long as them cans is close, his wig in by the first round
If it’s hard, but not real, I don’t care about ya bar
He get two to the chest; I slid up on duke and drew with finesse
My big homie told me how them streets play out is wild
That mean if this mark is smart he’ll stay out the crowd
How you average 26.6, moonwalk on skates
AND clap heat? You are not a shooter
Feet, hand, sticks: Amadou ya, that’s how I’ma do you
Raised in that croc pool, send some piranhas to ya
Lift the Hitman up to God, can I get a "Hallelujah"?
I’m always reachin' ‘cause a paranoia trip's way better than nervous
Chilled against Charlie but still here
I think I handled that Clip better than Curtis
So Hitman will front, and ShowwOutt is back?
Boy, I make Hitman front show out his back
Fuck Cable, this could happen on demand, it’s go time
Was on the net flickin' through your music, got bored in no time
How much you weighin', brother?
It don’t really matter when it’s yo' time
I send him MAC's, he pay per round – Verb, it’s showtime
And every single nigga you see me with, I clap for him
Gotta give him six, man, can he?
Better pray Antoine come back for ‘em
They say Surf reach a lot, maybe 'cause Surf reach a lot
This new Cal I’m buyin' stupid, period, I’ll teach a block
Columbine, period, teacher, block…
This gun talk 101, I can teach a block
I don’t know about you, but I ain’t tryna get shot for shit
It became so normal, I reach when I ain’t got the shit
I ain’t a Proving Ground nigga, this ain't proven ground, nigga
Been gettin' a million views, what you provin' now, nigga?
Jersey!
First thing I hear when I touch down is “Surf, the Midwest groovin'
Such and such nice, what’s his name doin' his numbers
And I don’t see the Midwest losin'.”
Well, I could think of a few verbs, for the niggas that think they ill
I come through the Midwest cruisin'
X all factors, hit all men tryna holla—
Ayy, Hitman, let me holla at you
I brought enough for you and ShowwOutt
And anybody that show out
Already got my other half, I’ll clear this fuckin' show out
'Bout to get this nigga dressed, no he ain’t about to go out
I need that old Hitman, tank top with the rope out
Yett Yett, what? This 60's shit is somethin' you don’t know 'bout
You said you wanted to ride… well, Gerald let’s roll out
Me and my strap got two different visions, but I see hands so clear
Mines goin' out blazin', clips droppin', no fear
Look like a car crash, he get the bag, no air
That tre see morgue and he don’t wanna go there
They say Tsu Surf cold but all he talk about is hoopin’
‘Cause I feel like I’m shootin' when I squirt pounds
And as long as them cans is close, his wig in by the first round
If it’s hard, but not real, I don’t care about ya bar
He get two to the chest; I slid up on duke and drew with finesse
My big homie told me how them streets play out is wild
That mean if this mark is smart he’ll stay out the crowd
How you average 26.6, moonwalk on skates
AND clap heat? You are not a shooter
Feet, hand, sticks: Amadou ya, that’s how I’ma do you
Raised in that croc pool, send some piranhas to ya
Lift the Hitman up to God, can I get a "Hallelujah"?
I’m always reachin' ‘cause a paranoia trip's way better than nervous
Chilled against Charlie but still here
I think I handled that Clip better than Curtis
So Hitman will front, and ShowwOutt is back?
Boy, I make Hitman front show out his back
Fuck Cable, this could happen on demand, it’s go time
Was on the net flickin' through your music, got bored in no time
How much you weighin', brother?
It don’t really matter when it’s yo' time
I send him MAC's, he pay per round – Verb, it’s showtime
And every single nigga you see me with, I clap for him
Gotta give him six, man, can he?
Better pray Antoine come back for ‘em
They say Surf reach a lot, maybe 'cause Surf reach a lot
This new Cal I’m buyin' stupid, period, I’ll teach a block
Columbine, period, teacher, block…
This gun talk 101, I can teach a block
I don’t know about you, but I ain’t tryna get shot for shit
It became so normal, I reach when I ain’t got the shit
I ain’t a Proving Ground nigga, this ain't proven ground, nigga
Been gettin' a million views, what you provin' now, nigga?
Jersey!
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