Boldy James, The Alchemist, Vince Staples - Surf & Turf lyrics

Where we at with it?
Blockworks, let's get it

Slums of Detroit, drugs from the port
Plugged with the source
Gun in my shorts, blood was the sport
Jumped from the porch, hung like a horse
Ones with the Force
Drunk in a Porsche, trunk full of corpse
Dump with the torch, run for the Ford
Love for my daughter son was the fourth
Youngin’ on the run with a warrant
Motherfuck a judge and the courts
Club full of dorks
Got it out the mud in my 'ports
Had to let the love run it's course
Cousin up North, plugged in New York
Plugged on the Coast, doves and them storks
Tub full of dope road trips to Ypsi'
What’s good with the coke?
Real niggas like Nipsey give


A hood nigga hope dub with the smoke
Got about a dub in my coat
Ain't even on the flyer but think
I'm in love with the host
Glove on the toast
This for all my cousins and folks
Bloods and my locs
They know I'ma thug 'til I croak
That's how we comin'

Overlord status, I be slummin'
My son think that I don’t love him
He don’t know his daddy thuggin'
Said, "I been out here since a youngin’"
Runnin' up a check
Thumbin' stuffing hundreds in that Drummond
These niggas know that's how we comin’
It ain't no future in your frontin'
When my shooters get to dumbin'
You know my crew ain't missin' nothin'
Over them bloopers and them pumpkins
Niggas know that's how we comin'

1st through the 3rd, 15th through the 31st
31 3rd, big 3, and my dirty Squirt
Burnin' sherm, me and Nick Speed
Here you heard it first curtis Curb
Niggas cook beef like it's surf & turf
You know we swerve and purr
Slicker than fish grease
Them early worms get the birds
With the big beaks
Shit got your bitch workin' my
Nerves out in Twin Peaks
Gin neat, olive martinis, we don't mix drinks
Big links, only built for Cubans
Think I'm big Meech i been brickin'
Now I need that Cuban with the big sink
I been street, was me, Nut, and J-9
Now we in deep
When it's just me, it's just me and my 9
Feel like I'm 10 deep
On the Warren, planted in the hood
Feel like Big Squeak
Off of Forest, dancin' with them Wolves
Niggas been sheep the hood want the music
Trying not to let this shit leak
My son tryna fill my shoes
But daddy got some big feet
(You've got some pretty big shoes to fill)

Overlord status, I be slummin'
My son think that I don't love him
He don't know his daddy thuggin'
Said, "I been out here since a youngin'"
Runnin' up a check
Thumbin' stuffing hundreds in that Drummond
These niggas know that's how we comin'
It ain't no future in your frontin'
When my shooters get to dumbin'
You know my crew ain't missin' nothin'
Over them bloopers and them pumpkins
Niggas know that's how we comin'

Came with the Crips, came with the 'scrip
Churn up the grit's
Can't never slip, thang on the hip
Burst from the whip, drive-by shooter
Autopilot when I bye bye losers
Look mama, no hands, look mama, mo' bands
Big house, mo' land, lil' Vince a grown man
Came with his own plan
Old friends wanna pop me
Homie you can't stop me
Thuggin' with the Wop
Burning up Del Amo swap meet
You know who the opps was
Ain't nobody shot me
But I shot, mm, hmm, hmm, maybe 'bout three
Wasn't doin' too much
I done made a few bucks
I can get you Ku Klux'd
Underneath the white sheet
Off the porch with hot feet
Could've ran a 40 in a 4-flat
44, snub nose, homie let me hold that
I ain't never shoot it though
Traded for a deuce-five and a Sidekick slide
Put that shit on Tiny Skrap
Pulled up where they find me at
Shot and then we fired back
Almost hit the gray Benz send it to Atlanta
Got the Tesla with the gray rims
Try me, I'ma put you on a stretcher
That's on gangland

The breaking news tonight is that two
People, according to Detroit Police, were
Shot inside which prompted all of this
Inside this Citgo gas station
Here on 8 Mile
Camero, doesn't have a headlight on
And somebody if not a couple
People could be running out of
This vehicle, one, two, three