Tsu Surf, Mozzy - Hell Talk lyrics
Mozzy [Timothy Patterson] Oak Park, Sacramento, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tsu Surf, Mozzy - Hell Talk lyrics]
Car full of demons, I'm with them niggas
That don’t give fuck about nothin' rollin'
Clutchin' holdin'
16 and dead had his summer stolen
Block runners
Tryna line a opposite from block numbers
Niggas tell
Be up on your Q’s 'bout them cop lovers
Ride nigga
Boy it be a motive when we slide nigga
Slippin' when we trippin'
Hit 'bout 4 out of them 5 niggas
One rule: you just shoot 'til it stop
We used to ride past the wake
Made funerals stop
Called Mozzy "ay Cuz, yo you boolin or not?"
I put in work with Blood homies
We had mutual opps
Was up passin' poison packs to the zombies
10 for a verse cool but I got 40 for a body
Mama know I'm bangin'
I don't wanna worry her
She don't wanna bury me and
I don't wanna bury her
You can lie but you feel
It when you alone boy
Wanna fuck her but I shot
Her baby father homeboy small world, it was
Kitchen whippin' sessions, all girl
You ain't got no homies
Who supposed to be you pallbearers?
Small world, it was
Kitchen whippin' sessions, all girl
You ain't got no homies
Who supposed to be you pallbearers?
Make the wrong turn and that’s your ass
Pull extensions out the bag
Boolin', bangin' and flags
Shooters beggin' for cash
Got him soon as he splash
Brother need a new suit, trial comin' up fast
Wildin' doin' the dash
I'm bangin' corners with Surf my first 50
000 was counterfeit's and it worked
Counterfeit's for the work
My lawyer challengin' verdicts
Brother booked on a homi, lil body off
20s, 50s, and 30s, usually what 40 holdin'
Tweakers threw us the rental
Slithered until he stole it
Mentally wasn't focused
Spiritually I was broken
True believer in Karma
I sleep with my eyes open
Ain't no love and I promise Mama I got it
Put insurance on your partner
Or die and come out of pocket
Never considered college gED from the county
Watched us come up from nothin'
They mad we did it without it
They mad we did it without it
That don’t give fuck about nothin' rollin'
Clutchin' holdin'
16 and dead had his summer stolen
Block runners
Tryna line a opposite from block numbers
Niggas tell
Be up on your Q’s 'bout them cop lovers
Ride nigga
Boy it be a motive when we slide nigga
Slippin' when we trippin'
Hit 'bout 4 out of them 5 niggas
One rule: you just shoot 'til it stop
We used to ride past the wake
Made funerals stop
Called Mozzy "ay Cuz, yo you boolin or not?"
I put in work with Blood homies
We had mutual opps
Was up passin' poison packs to the zombies
10 for a verse cool but I got 40 for a body
Mama know I'm bangin'
I don't wanna worry her
She don't wanna bury me and
I don't wanna bury her
You can lie but you feel
It when you alone boy
Wanna fuck her but I shot
Her baby father homeboy small world, it was
Kitchen whippin' sessions, all girl
You ain't got no homies
Who supposed to be you pallbearers?
Small world, it was
Kitchen whippin' sessions, all girl
You ain't got no homies
Who supposed to be you pallbearers?
Make the wrong turn and that’s your ass
Pull extensions out the bag
Boolin', bangin' and flags
Shooters beggin' for cash
Got him soon as he splash
Brother need a new suit, trial comin' up fast
Wildin' doin' the dash
I'm bangin' corners with Surf my first 50
000 was counterfeit's and it worked
Counterfeit's for the work
My lawyer challengin' verdicts
Brother booked on a homi, lil body off
20s, 50s, and 30s, usually what 40 holdin'
Tweakers threw us the rental
Slithered until he stole it
Mentally wasn't focused
Spiritually I was broken
True believer in Karma
I sleep with my eyes open
Ain't no love and I promise Mama I got it
Put insurance on your partner
Or die and come out of pocket
Never considered college gED from the county
Watched us come up from nothin'
They mad we did it without it
They mad we did it without it