Tsu Surf - Flying High lyrics
[Tsu Surf - Flying High lyrics]
It's like I still got this
Habit of ridin' with savages
I'm tryna chill
I be trippin' like Smith & or 'matic'll
Get you vac-sealed and then you boxed
In your basement or Attica (attic)
Take it to the field and
Pitch it: you CC Sabathia
I be eatin', still hungry
Mommy made a scavenger
Just ate my new bitch pussy – mmm
Smell lavender!
Trappin' out the 2-16 tinted Challenger
Ain't enough goddamn days on the calendar
Old school Jim Jones, nigga still ball
Ain't no profit from that last move
Flipped it all
They always think it can't happen
'til they get a call
Baby be online shoppin', she ain't into malls
And I be dumpin' with the scammers
She a bird, but she a hawk
Plus she from Atlanta
I ain't have designer on
Bagged her in my 'jamas
Pull up bumpin' Panda, Panda, Panda
Black and white mixed, more black
She a tanner
Full house wash the white girl: Jesse Tanner
Mommy said: "Let her come first
" I got manners
Grandma raised everybody, shoutout to my nana
Homie, ain't a sprint, this a marathon
How I'm on Lebanon, somethin' upper echelon
I pull up like Megatron – Skrrrt!
Then it transform, only know push to start
Shoppin' with a bad bitch
I don't even push the cart
She like pilates, smoothies
And like Whole Foods
Blonde hair, I'm just sayin'
Super Saiyan Goku
Just how I pick 'em though
Blood on that piccolo
Meet 'em on the block and slide off
Just a give-and-go
Stock' and Malone, I'm cockin' the chrome
Macaulay Culkin, have you locked in your home
Sixteen had the block to my own
My block is my home, no checkin' in
My pop wasn't home
100 custi's had 'em locked in a phone
All that talkin', that is not my thing
I really show you how that hotline bling
Tatted on me, swear I got my team
Run up on me, swear I got my thing
It's like I still got a
Habit of fuckin' these ratchets
Niggas hatin'
Homies waitin' just clutchin' these ratchets
Henny and Xan, all summer '16 madness
Instagram pictures, Walking Dead
Fuck a caption
Busy, baby, I be workin', I'm a renegade
She get around me
Now she wanna bump Lemonade
Heated transaction, bring a scale
Get it weighed juice with the lemonade
Mix it in a Minute-Maid
Lost friends, lost bitches too
I was tryna get it, boo
Loyalty is royalty, what kinda bitch is you?
And these niggas, they be iffy
Used to be my dawg, you was on my left titty
Habit of ridin' with savages
I'm tryna chill
I be trippin' like Smith & or 'matic'll
Get you vac-sealed and then you boxed
In your basement or Attica (attic)
Take it to the field and
Pitch it: you CC Sabathia
I be eatin', still hungry
Mommy made a scavenger
Just ate my new bitch pussy – mmm
Smell lavender!
Trappin' out the 2-16 tinted Challenger
Ain't enough goddamn days on the calendar
Old school Jim Jones, nigga still ball
Ain't no profit from that last move
Flipped it all
They always think it can't happen
'til they get a call
Baby be online shoppin', she ain't into malls
And I be dumpin' with the scammers
She a bird, but she a hawk
Plus she from Atlanta
I ain't have designer on
Bagged her in my 'jamas
Pull up bumpin' Panda, Panda, Panda
Black and white mixed, more black
She a tanner
Full house wash the white girl: Jesse Tanner
Mommy said: "Let her come first
" I got manners
Grandma raised everybody, shoutout to my nana
Homie, ain't a sprint, this a marathon
How I'm on Lebanon, somethin' upper echelon
I pull up like Megatron – Skrrrt!
Then it transform, only know push to start
Shoppin' with a bad bitch
I don't even push the cart
She like pilates, smoothies
And like Whole Foods
Blonde hair, I'm just sayin'
Super Saiyan Goku
Just how I pick 'em though
Blood on that piccolo
Meet 'em on the block and slide off
Just a give-and-go
Stock' and Malone, I'm cockin' the chrome
Macaulay Culkin, have you locked in your home
Sixteen had the block to my own
My block is my home, no checkin' in
My pop wasn't home
100 custi's had 'em locked in a phone
All that talkin', that is not my thing
I really show you how that hotline bling
Tatted on me, swear I got my team
Run up on me, swear I got my thing
It's like I still got a
Habit of fuckin' these ratchets
Niggas hatin'
Homies waitin' just clutchin' these ratchets
Henny and Xan, all summer '16 madness
Instagram pictures, Walking Dead
Fuck a caption
Busy, baby, I be workin', I'm a renegade
She get around me
Now she wanna bump Lemonade
Heated transaction, bring a scale
Get it weighed juice with the lemonade
Mix it in a Minute-Maid
Lost friends, lost bitches too
I was tryna get it, boo
Loyalty is royalty, what kinda bitch is you?
And these niggas, they be iffy
Used to be my dawg, you was on my left titty