Tsu Surf - Quarantine Tales 2 lyrics

HUMbeats

Nothin' like knowin' them killers lurkin'
We been cautious shot, nearly lost him
We been in them trenches playin' offense
Stash box every shark
And won't forget about drinkin'
Up out that faucet
How we twenty doing twenty? Made me nauseous
Heart froze, he almost died before
We been slidin' more and tryna find 'em more
Every skeleton in my closet was alive before
I'm traumatized, I don't regret it
We don't apologize
Percocets to try and ease these homocides
It's up, it's time to play again
Stumbled on his words, he tryna pray again
Watch out for them suckers in your circle
How'd he make it in? It's spooky
You'll probably say I changed if you knew me
Sendin' goonies, goin' edit out this movie
Catch a body for the gang bang, money, power
Toolies never told
Had to take his lawyer money to his umi
Still be spittin' for the killers in the trap
They feel it when I rap
Couldn't get my nigga back
So we gon' spin and get some tax
Spinnin' with my sharks around
Hammerheads and makos ten bands a feature
Bought a crate full of Dracos
Out before my mama finish cookin'
Fuck them Eggos thirty straight to VVS's
Eighty in the safe though
I could go any day though
I only trust my nana and this fuego
How they switch up and tell they
Me that I changed though?
It's nothin' like your bitch
It's nothin' like finding out he a snitch
Or you catchin' him out of
Bounds 'cause it's lit
We make lines, you never oversteppin'
Hope we catch him
Next new piece might go baguette him
Bought the shooters just to keep it copacetic
Thought they cut his sentence shorter
So we said it
Life is short, but so what? Death is
You ain't did the job 'til
You know he breathless
Me and the gobblers know it's gang
We only got us gettin' head while tryna sort
Out all my problems dear heavenly Father

Nothin' like knowin' the shooter breathin'
With my demons, call me if you see him
Locked my youngest dog, he in the kennel
Still screamin', "Free him" trapped up in
Throw a celebration once we G-O-D him
Bitch, I'm out of state, these shoes European
Scary? Very we gotta tamper with the
Witness if it's necessary
All this goonie shit, this here hereditary
Hustle startin' February, endin' February
Gang never worried
Heard the opps is doin' great
Be better buried chopper get to bangin'
Make a picture where we slide up
Up a couple bodies
Why they actin' like we tied up?
Candles and balloons
Beds where the blood dried up
All these bitches liars
How I'm supposed to make my mind up?
Nothin' like it