Tsu Surf - At My Mother's House lyrics
[Tsu Surf - At My Mother's House lyrics]
Realest to ever tell it nigga
I’m here to party
No problem clearin’ this club out
Mansions, marble floors
A movie at the plug house heart kinda cold
It be hard to give my love out
If you ain’t with the gang you
Can’t hang up in this clubhouse
Pain in that cold cell
Trappin’ makin’ phone sales
Face cover that dope smell
Tryna make the whole bail
Who you love? Who you trust? Who
You know gon’ put it in?
Caught myself thinkin’ bout what happened
And what coulda been
Excuse me, them niggas tried to do me
Don’t talk about designer
Committed sin for this Gucci
Purgery for this Prada
More franks no Sinatra
A feature and a walkthrough
I charged him two choppers
Leave bands for my momma, I go before she do
Leader of my gang, Cuz, never been a me too
Solid on morals, stand on ’em
Gotta keep true
Brooms for the goons, sick ’em on you
Tell ’em sweep through guns out
Eventually it just stop and
Your time runs out
See me with a teller that’s only
To take the funds out drug drought
We don’t eat then gotta take the plug out
You coulda got a scholarship
He go about the thug route a maniac
We was out bangin’ where it was rainin’ at
How cray is that? He went out to
Slide but he ain’t make it back
And grind from the bottom
Allegations: "He shot him"
A witness testified and they fried him
Closed case birds flockin’
They drop and fill up the whole safe
Pitch a perfect game and try make
It back to home base
Mirror thinkin’ where I am
Can’t look at my own face
What if that nigga survive? Caught him
Let him hold 8
Fuck about them niggas eatin’, Cuz
I need the whole plate did shit I had to do
Comfortable with my own fate
Can't switch, gang side, duffle bag, bank job
Gucci slippers fit me way better
Than any state slides
Bought 4, made 5, couple crumbs, made pies
Know who hit your nigga
Why you sittin’? why you ain’t ride?
You gang though? Wonder where the pain go
Feds be on the lurk around
Tinted loose Durango
Might just say a lil bit
Could never explain though
Cut it with the fentanyl
It take two to tango
Homicide the yellow tape
Bangin’ with the tools
Start hangin’ with the gang
Never made his way to school
Man these bitches hit your line
‘til they find somethin’ new
They searchin’ through them lies ‘til
They find somethin’ true
Scratchin’ trips off my list
Tryna find another view
My ex thirst trappin’ tryna find another boo
But fuck it though
Respect the hustle as long as
It make it double though
Even when it’s runnin' late
Even when it’s comin’ slow thug it out
Lot of transactions at my mother house
Lot of transactions at my mother house
I’m here to party
No problem clearin’ this club out
Mansions, marble floors
A movie at the plug house heart kinda cold
It be hard to give my love out
If you ain’t with the gang you
Can’t hang up in this clubhouse
Pain in that cold cell
Trappin’ makin’ phone sales
Face cover that dope smell
Tryna make the whole bail
Who you love? Who you trust? Who
You know gon’ put it in?
Caught myself thinkin’ bout what happened
And what coulda been
Excuse me, them niggas tried to do me
Don’t talk about designer
Committed sin for this Gucci
Purgery for this Prada
More franks no Sinatra
A feature and a walkthrough
I charged him two choppers
Leave bands for my momma, I go before she do
Leader of my gang, Cuz, never been a me too
Solid on morals, stand on ’em
Gotta keep true
Brooms for the goons, sick ’em on you
Tell ’em sweep through guns out
Eventually it just stop and
Your time runs out
See me with a teller that’s only
To take the funds out drug drought
We don’t eat then gotta take the plug out
You coulda got a scholarship
He go about the thug route a maniac
We was out bangin’ where it was rainin’ at
How cray is that? He went out to
Slide but he ain’t make it back
And grind from the bottom
Allegations: "He shot him"
A witness testified and they fried him
Closed case birds flockin’
They drop and fill up the whole safe
Pitch a perfect game and try make
It back to home base
Mirror thinkin’ where I am
Can’t look at my own face
What if that nigga survive? Caught him
Let him hold 8
Fuck about them niggas eatin’, Cuz
I need the whole plate did shit I had to do
Comfortable with my own fate
Can't switch, gang side, duffle bag, bank job
Gucci slippers fit me way better
Than any state slides
Bought 4, made 5, couple crumbs, made pies
Know who hit your nigga
Why you sittin’? why you ain’t ride?
You gang though? Wonder where the pain go
Feds be on the lurk around
Tinted loose Durango
Might just say a lil bit
Could never explain though
Cut it with the fentanyl
It take two to tango
Homicide the yellow tape
Bangin’ with the tools
Start hangin’ with the gang
Never made his way to school
Man these bitches hit your line
‘til they find somethin’ new
They searchin’ through them lies ‘til
They find somethin’ true
Scratchin’ trips off my list
Tryna find another view
My ex thirst trappin’ tryna find another boo
But fuck it though
Respect the hustle as long as
It make it double though
Even when it’s runnin' late
Even when it’s comin’ slow thug it out
Lot of transactions at my mother house
Lot of transactions at my mother house