Tsu Surf - Soul lyrics
[Tsu Surf - Soul lyrics]
That's what they gon' do, man, they gon' talk
Just act like they slidin'
They ain't slidin', I promise that's cap
Gang, uh
It's about that paper
Flip hard by the somersault
Ask me how I get this way
Feel like it's my mother fault
Heart a little cold
Apologize how I come across
Niggas change every day
Miss me with that brother talk
If you ain't got me like I got you
Don't tell me you got me
If we ain't smokin' on the finest
Don't tell me it's broccoli
From like the coldest climate, cloth cut
Perfect linin' all my hitters dumb as hell
All my bitches open-minded
Ask me was I scared to die
I ain't really show it yet
Uber Eat the beef, we gotta speak
We at his doorstep couldn't leave the stoop
Bought the trap to the porch step
Gang nights got me with post
Trauma like a war vet
Tell the plug trust me with it
Pray this shit turn out
Candles where the body was
And them shit's burned out
Funny world, kinda strange
Everybody holla "gang" ho ask questions
When it's time to go it's time to bang
Light the whole city up
Block like the Time Square
It get cold where we at, 40s in the Moncler
Leave the pack, show the pack
Man made grown calls
Lil' homie rollin' 'round
Waitin' on that phone call
Lawyer spanked another case
Nigga doin' good now text some Windex
They know to spray that whole hood down
Another day, another dollar
Another opp a problem grey got hit
I tried to mop the lil' nigga who shot him
Roll the Backwoods, I been in my duffel
One minute they hate you
Next minute they say they love you
Still be tryna ride through the South
Still know the weakest link be the mouth
Just act like they slidin'
They ain't slidin', I promise that's cap
Gang, uh
It's about that paper
Flip hard by the somersault
Ask me how I get this way
Feel like it's my mother fault
Heart a little cold
Apologize how I come across
Niggas change every day
Miss me with that brother talk
If you ain't got me like I got you
Don't tell me you got me
If we ain't smokin' on the finest
Don't tell me it's broccoli
From like the coldest climate, cloth cut
Perfect linin' all my hitters dumb as hell
All my bitches open-minded
Ask me was I scared to die
I ain't really show it yet
Uber Eat the beef, we gotta speak
We at his doorstep couldn't leave the stoop
Bought the trap to the porch step
Gang nights got me with post
Trauma like a war vet
Tell the plug trust me with it
Pray this shit turn out
Candles where the body was
And them shit's burned out
Funny world, kinda strange
Everybody holla "gang" ho ask questions
When it's time to go it's time to bang
Light the whole city up
Block like the Time Square
It get cold where we at, 40s in the Moncler
Leave the pack, show the pack
Man made grown calls
Lil' homie rollin' 'round
Waitin' on that phone call
Lawyer spanked another case
Nigga doin' good now text some Windex
They know to spray that whole hood down
Another day, another dollar
Another opp a problem grey got hit
I tried to mop the lil' nigga who shot him
Roll the Backwoods, I been in my duffel
One minute they hate you
Next minute they say they love you
Still be tryna ride through the South
Still know the weakest link be the mouth