Welcome Back Freestyle Tsu Surf
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[Verse: Tsu Surf]
It's like, vroom vroom, started up, poppin' the gear
I'm back, feel like Rocky at the top of the stairs
Head high, feet grounded, keep the Glock in the air
Bull's-eye, hit the target when I'm locked in the steer
Yeah, rule number 1: gotta stunt when we come out
Paid In Full pics; hella bread with the gun out
It's like the money paralyzed; you never see it run out
So bitches like Jordan; from the jump, got they tounge out
I graduated from shrimp, noodle, to lobster
A gorilla with the TEC, go bananas with the chopper
G's moved me up from a shooter to a shotta
Cops only find Tootsie Rolls, I could pinatã ya
Bitches come second cuz I only chase dollars
Spinach, broccoli, green, collards
Holla at me about paper or I don't wanna holla
Cause for the cheese, the bullets I'll be airing; Rodgers
All it take is one chirp *brrr*, send those clips
Jeep Cherokees, the Tahoes bend those strips
It's like "Did he go, damn, didn't do shit"
No bullets, so whip his head; Willow Smith
For like two weeks straight I slinged raw on that stoop
First flip I ripped the whole fucking skull off the roof
Then I went back to papi, spent 27 for two
Last flip I bought the caravan doors on the coupe
So you tell me what that sound like, certified boss shit
The vest is for the D and the 40 is the offence
Polo kicks, cargos, buttoned-up Lacoste shit
Key in the ignition sound like it about to hawk spit
My young bitch head game to the attic
They lurking in the hood so I gotta keep the 'matic
Dope straight from Orlando, bricks of that Magic
When I stop my neck blink, the chain got hazards
Squatting in that 7-0, two Mike Vicks on
Yellow bitch, passenger, suck till the dick gone
First she paid me then her money getting spent on
Purple Pradas, look like I make wine with my kicks on
I bagged her two weeks ago, you should've seen her face freeze
She like "I've never seen those"…
Cause BITCH, they don't make these!
Get it at a good rate, I'll flip it at a great speed
Dope say 'Unthinkable', just re-up'd with eight keys
It's like, vroom vroom, started up, poppin' the gear
I'm back, feel like Rocky at the top of the stairs
Head high, feet grounded, keep the Glock in the air
Bull's-eye, hit the target when I'm locked in the steer
Yeah, rule number 1: gotta stunt when we come out
Paid In Full pics; hella bread with the gun out
It's like the money paralyzed; you never see it run out
So bitches like Jordan; from the jump, got they tounge out
I graduated from shrimp, noodle, to lobster
A gorilla with the TEC, go bananas with the chopper
G's moved me up from a shooter to a shotta
Cops only find Tootsie Rolls, I could pinatã ya
Bitches come second cuz I only chase dollars
Spinach, broccoli, green, collards
Holla at me about paper or I don't wanna holla
Cause for the cheese, the bullets I'll be airing; Rodgers
All it take is one chirp *brrr*, send those clips
Jeep Cherokees, the Tahoes bend those strips
It's like "Did he go, damn, didn't do shit"
No bullets, so whip his head; Willow Smith
For like two weeks straight I slinged raw on that stoop
First flip I ripped the whole fucking skull off the roof
Then I went back to papi, spent 27 for two
Last flip I bought the caravan doors on the coupe
So you tell me what that sound like, certified boss shit
The vest is for the D and the 40 is the offence
Polo kicks, cargos, buttoned-up Lacoste shit
Key in the ignition sound like it about to hawk spit
My young bitch head game to the attic
They lurking in the hood so I gotta keep the 'matic
Dope straight from Orlando, bricks of that Magic
When I stop my neck blink, the chain got hazards
Squatting in that 7-0, two Mike Vicks on
Yellow bitch, passenger, suck till the dick gone
First she paid me then her money getting spent on
Purple Pradas, look like I make wine with my kicks on
I bagged her two weeks ago, you should've seen her face freeze
She like "I've never seen those"…
Cause BITCH, they don't make these!
Get it at a good rate, I'll flip it at a great speed
Dope say 'Unthinkable', just re-up'd with eight keys
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