Tsu Surf, FL3A - Poetry lyrics

This is Poetry in other words flawetry nigga
Niggas die if they provoking me nigga
I don’t even wanna smoke with these niggas
Give em a pill I hope you choke on it nigga
Just wrote some bull for my niggas
Overworking got my head hurting
Play with bro now he a dead person
Lapping niggas, see my legs working
And told my son "don’t fuck with fed persons"
And told my son "you better not
Never fuck with no police"
Get that nigga, he still twitching
Hit his head again
Bet them niggas will never try to
Play with my mans again
I just want the money
I ain’t evеn really got no plans for this
I hate when niggas bе talking about some
That they can’t bring me in
I used to fuck with stupid bitches
Now I got cooler bitches
I just bought some Call of Duty shit
It got a cooler in it
I maneuver shit for stupid niggas
That’s the cooler kid
Imma rap with whoever I want
I don’t care who you with
Nigga I’m tryna put my city on
I see the bigger picture
Cop ass putting everything on the gram
Man I don’t get these niggas
Everybody dissing and ain’t nobody
Die since 2020
Lil niggas must be really out they mind
They think they fucking with me
I can go for seconds man, it’s hours
Nigga I can go forever
I advise niggas not to play with my
Name like bro won’t give you feathers
Niggas fuck with rats to get this cheese
Niggas got to do better
Niggas fuck with WHAT? To get the WHAT?
I don’t fuck with these niggas
I can’t be beefing with my city
I really got love for niggas
I just want to ride around
And pass out money, guns
And drugs to niggas
Fill out my state the most it’s on my back
Bitch I? these niggas
I open the bank like crack is what?
2 years, the deaths was back to back
2 funerals i lost the closest to me
Fuck you think I care about losing you
2 2 22
I think that day I lost my soul with you
Like every day I sit here thinking
"I just wanna go with you" keep a pole
Can’t let no pussy nigga send me home to you
Feel like I failed you
Know I really could’ve did the most for you
A part of my tears
You know you get me all emotional
I guess that’s what it’s supposed to do
Forever I’m gon go for you
This shit came unexpected, like me rapping?
Who would’ve ever thought
Wish I could pull up and
See you sipping, sitting
Chilling on the porch
Need this money to pay for these lawyers
That’s why I can’t stop rapping for
Got to this money for these lawyers
Shit ain’t adding up

Better keep your gloves with you
You think it’s your life till
The judge get you
Pull up on em, freeze em, going Sub-Zero
I can’t buy no bitch a birkin
Lil bro be bussin' he be
Hitting shit and sippin' purple
Oh they think it’s cool dissing blood?
Another missing person
Pray they don’t do me first
Guns for the G’s
The choppa cost about a Gucci shirt
They hit the hood, the homie gone
We don’t know who to hurt
He hide the pain with opioids
Shit got him chewing percs
He can’t feel shit
Lil bro and them will go to school
They be on field trips
Ain’t get the sucker that hit
Never mind we still pissed
Man I be tryna tell the chill
They wanna drill shit we go to war with Navy
We say our prayers, wake his? up
They caught a baby
We do the Benz like it’s a rental
Did the foreign crazy
Hunnid twenty on the suit
I pray the lawyers save me