[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
Y'all know the rules
Classics are back muhfucka
I told Ars', Red and Suge you was Jersey and you started to "Jersey" and you made me mad muhfucka
You can't do what I do unless you did what I did
You ain't did half muhfucka
12 gauge, Double Impact jump this Shotgun, you a bad muhfucka
The address to where you standin'? 17-8-8 Shit's Creek
God prolly flash 'fore your eyes, that car crash
I seen my granddad this week
You want another contusion?
Skull oozin'?
I will lift heat
They said you gon' be nothin' like my last two battles
How?
They both like six feet!
You know what's loud as hell when it hit the ground?
Stupid, tall niggas with big feet
Longest I've been from my .40? Two days, it felt like six weeks
But you a Goodfella, livin' in the Field Of Dreams, waitin' to be traumatized
Last actor I left stinkin', but if Ray leave odor (Liotta), I apologize
Reach God, I mean even if you did make it to Heaven, who the fuck tryin' to teach God?
You ever felt chicken hit grease?
I seen a nigga face get deep fried
I damage shit
I mean it immediate [?] but nicer than a grandma kiss
Answer this
Think I hit you with all 30 then the gun and a clip?
Hearin' things, questioning my brain, can't answer shit
Voices and war (Anwar) in my head, "Go kill him and his management."
You the reason for these dumb ass gun sounds
Bang!
Baow!
That shit is for the new new school
Me and my class, we wasn't even usin' them moves
But if I did, I'm coppin' me a few new tools
I want ya life, I turn Twork's Goon goon room to Ray's
(Boom Boom Room!)
Speaking of Life, we in the house with the Glocks
I'm like "tie up everybody", the mom's, the pops
This where I put a biscuit in these gun lines, that'll make it hot
We gon' start with ya mother, losin' her life while Ray daddy watch
Or here's a better sound, tell me am I havin' any luck
Cause any bitch Twork (twerk) in front of me, must wanna BUCK
BUCK! BUCK! BUCK! BUCK!
Only need one homie so we slide in the Coupe though
When it come to sendin' bucks Twork I'm Antetokounmpo
30 clip, I let it go 'til its zero shots
They was there, now they not, we don't see no ops
Cremate 'em, end of story, won't be no plot
Til they slide your body out of steel drawer from a wall like a P.O. box
Roc can't watch you die, and that's something I respect
On the set, except, I'll watch a nigga take his last breath
But I see you with your Cali Pirus or pies or what y'all like to say, "Roosters"?
Y'all hood ain't to far from the 60's, what y'all know 'bout the shooters?
Smack and Beasley don't care, they just happy they could raise a face
Two gem stars to Smack child, I'll show you how to razor face
Hands come together
Let us pray, 'Amazing Grace'
You know how a rooster scream in the morning before the neighbor wake?
Fuck, I gotta put it in subtitles or something?
I'll have a Rooster screamin' in morning (mourning) 'fore I go to any neighbor wake
You the bitch, I can't really sit at your set sweet
You need more than a vest Wave chasin', we don't jet ski
Do it look like it's too many Bloods in here or is it just me?
I will have them hit every P in this bitch, except P
I will Lee Harvey Oswald, snipe a guy
You should feel like you in the ocean, on a boat, with a tiger, this ain't the Life Of Pi
I yelled, "Neighborhood" once then the locs around
It'll look like a concert outside if I scream "Rollin'" Loud
A whole bunch of stackin', Crippin' up in here
Take more than two steps, I travel than whistle through the air
I will put a green light on Jerzey
I send my man, actin' like a fan, "Can I get an autograph."
And we right (write) on jersey (Jerzey)
And if it ain't $40,000 or better than it's fuck haters
Iron Solomon, Math, John John
(nut chasers)
You know the fuckin' rest man
Y'all know the rules
Classics are back muhfucka
I told Ars', Red and Suge you was Jersey and you started to "Jersey" and you made me mad muhfucka
You can't do what I do unless you did what I did
You ain't did half muhfucka
12 gauge, Double Impact jump this Shotgun, you a bad muhfucka
The address to where you standin'? 17-8-8 Shit's Creek
God prolly flash 'fore your eyes, that car crash
I seen my granddad this week
You want another contusion?
Skull oozin'?
I will lift heat
They said you gon' be nothin' like my last two battles
How?
They both like six feet!
You know what's loud as hell when it hit the ground?
Stupid, tall niggas with big feet
Longest I've been from my .40? Two days, it felt like six weeks
But you a Goodfella, livin' in the Field Of Dreams, waitin' to be traumatized
Last actor I left stinkin', but if Ray leave odor (Liotta), I apologize
Reach God, I mean even if you did make it to Heaven, who the fuck tryin' to teach God?
You ever felt chicken hit grease?
I seen a nigga face get deep fried
I damage shit
I mean it immediate [?] but nicer than a grandma kiss
Answer this
Think I hit you with all 30 then the gun and a clip?
Hearin' things, questioning my brain, can't answer shit
Voices and war (Anwar) in my head, "Go kill him and his management."
You the reason for these dumb ass gun sounds
Bang!
Baow!
That shit is for the new new school
Me and my class, we wasn't even usin' them moves
But if I did, I'm coppin' me a few new tools
I want ya life, I turn Twork's Goon goon room to Ray's
(Boom Boom Room!)
Speaking of Life, we in the house with the Glocks
I'm like "tie up everybody", the mom's, the pops
This where I put a biscuit in these gun lines, that'll make it hot
We gon' start with ya mother, losin' her life while Ray daddy watch
Or here's a better sound, tell me am I havin' any luck
Cause any bitch Twork (twerk) in front of me, must wanna BUCK
BUCK! BUCK! BUCK! BUCK!
Only need one homie so we slide in the Coupe though
When it come to sendin' bucks Twork I'm Antetokounmpo
30 clip, I let it go 'til its zero shots
They was there, now they not, we don't see no ops
Cremate 'em, end of story, won't be no plot
Til they slide your body out of steel drawer from a wall like a P.O. box
Roc can't watch you die, and that's something I respect
On the set, except, I'll watch a nigga take his last breath
But I see you with your Cali Pirus or pies or what y'all like to say, "Roosters"?
Y'all hood ain't to far from the 60's, what y'all know 'bout the shooters?
Smack and Beasley don't care, they just happy they could raise a face
Two gem stars to Smack child, I'll show you how to razor face
Hands come together
Let us pray, 'Amazing Grace'
You know how a rooster scream in the morning before the neighbor wake?
Fuck, I gotta put it in subtitles or something?
I'll have a Rooster screamin' in morning (mourning) 'fore I go to any neighbor wake
You the bitch, I can't really sit at your set sweet
You need more than a vest Wave chasin', we don't jet ski
Do it look like it's too many Bloods in here or is it just me?
I will have them hit every P in this bitch, except P
I will Lee Harvey Oswald, snipe a guy
You should feel like you in the ocean, on a boat, with a tiger, this ain't the Life Of Pi
I yelled, "Neighborhood" once then the locs around
It'll look like a concert outside if I scream "Rollin'" Loud
A whole bunch of stackin', Crippin' up in here
Take more than two steps, I travel than whistle through the air
I will put a green light on Jerzey
I send my man, actin' like a fan, "Can I get an autograph."
And we right (write) on jersey (Jerzey)
And if it ain't $40,000 or better than it's fuck haters
Iron Solomon, Math, John John
(nut chasers)
You know the fuckin' rest man
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