Tsu Surf - Tsu Surf | Funk Flex | #Freestyle021 lyrics

Yo, ayy Flex, turn a nigga up
This 'bout to take a minute
See I'ma James Harden cook but
You can stay for dinner
They say the flow God-like
But we don't pray for sinners
A little more baking soda
Tryna make it thinner
Or I can turn this shit
To rock like Lynyrd Skynyrd
And all the guys go like that little lizard
And my bitch thigh highs like
She killed the lizard team ball
I feel like we can scrimmage the Wizards
Shit, 40 bang
I got bitches takin' trips from the Six
And I ain't even in Tory lane
Projects with the goonies
I be where the shooters at
Watchin' for the boobie traps
Stash how we maneuver that
That's where that Lil Uzi at
Tell the homies movie that like
Snow on tha Bluff
This hood poker, see his face
Boy showin' his bluff i'm outta town
I be thottin' with the 40's and up
Shit, Drake said he
Brought Charlamagne bottles
Don't worry, scrap
I bought birds and they double-wrapped
Two for me, two for you, Papi, double that
They came to the house in a box
Some bubble wrap paranoia still kick in
Had a hard time tryna fit in
How we gon' get this shit in
I'm in the trap, slingin' goodies baby
Ridin' with a fully baby
See a hoodie, promise it ain't Boogie baby
They tryna give a nigga years
For a burner now
But they ain't dare when them
Niggas came burnin' down
Hood full of backstabbers
How I never turn around
We was makin' big-boy moves
While learnin' how it's a process
And it's crazy how the pain make
The pills more easier to digest
Bag is the mindset
They be sayin' time is money but niggas
Still never got the time yet
Shit, I was right there when
Bro lost his ma dukes
He was cryin' broken hearted like times two
Thinkin' about all the shit he
Never got the time to
And I be beefin' with my
Mother like I got two
Last name Kardashian, I'm lookin' for her
Nineteen or better with some bread
She a sugar daughter
And I'll pull up on her, in some tan shit
Stuntin' hard, wasn't even mine
That's my man shit
But that's fam shit and we don't count favors
Don't worry 'bout it Cuz
We can chop it down later
Stamp say "Whitney
" give out samples of the free Bobby
Shmurda copped out
New shirt say "Free Bobby!"
The code word for three
Ratchets: three thotties
Still have nightmares
Niggas don't sleep properly
Trump runnin' for office, wonder what he like
And what the coke prices gon' be like
And ride with me
I can take you through them hood nights
Fuck the two hours
Hit Poughkeepsie for a good price
They say I talk about my grandma too much
She say I play around with hammers
Too much it's a cycle lord forgive me
Broke the weed up on the bible
Shit, I done spit 16's with my idols
Shit, I done looked down the
Barrel of a rifle
Catch a nigga still chillin' in the cut
A chicken box still fill 'em end them up
I'm in the hood with it
If I don't never go platinum
I hope the hood get it rest in peace 'Pac
I really wonder if Suge did it
Brick City, yeah
Where niggas don't come a lot
I'm talkin' South Ward
I'm talkin' number blocks
OG's comin' home, lil Cuz run the block
The wrong night'll have a
Nigga hold summer stock
I'm thinkin' big steaks
I'm thinkin' big meals though in a deal
Never really been a big deal
Late night, tip drills, gotta tell Grey chill

Playin' with them 16's: Chris Hansen
Had the homies outside campin'
Newark down to Camden
I won't stop trappin' 'til my
Momma get a mansion
And a Lam she can lamp in
‘Cause she was there ridin'
Momma was a roller asked me why I had it in
The house and I told her
"Look, niggas out ridin', niggas out creepin'
D's givin' out white bags you could sleep in
I don't need you cryin'
I don't need you screamin'"
Saw where I was comin' from
Momma let me keep it
Baggin' it in jars, tatted over scars
Them summertime shootouts wasn't
Fabulous at all
Shit, call the goons, no prob
Get 'em piled up
Them other niggas cool but old
Beans get me riled up
And I done seen a lot of humblin' things
Run it back, back runnin'
Nigga fumble his jeans
Nigga man turned rat, had to muzzle the team
Don't want company over ‘cause a
Nigga mother a fiend cash rule
Heard he did it all because of the cream
Hash rule
Heard he did it all because of the cream
Heart racin'
It's worse when you did it ‘cause you had to
That's when it's revenge
And when you do it then you glad to
Hit a lick
We gotta clutch it if the bag there
Cuz, what we lost
Like three homies in the last year?
And free the cousins that's
Been locked and bagged
Cops killin' so many niggas might
Give ops a pass
Shit, I been feelin' different
Tired of the hood
I'm thinkin' Villa different
Walls closin' in
I think I really might could feel the ceilin'
They say the only thing a man
Should ever fear is God
And every time I'm in that
Church I get teary eyed
'Bout where I'm comin' from
'bout where I'm headed to
These pigs killin' niggas and
They let 'em too!
Collin Kaepernick jersey in the 4-5
9-7-3, my name Tsu, I'm your tour guide
Niggas sayin', "Why he snappin' like that?"
I broke her heart
Shouldn't have happened like that
Wonder what she think about me
Why them other bitches can't get
A drink up out me
Go on the cross for my city like I'm Jesus
Threesome with two brown-skin please, rs
Leanin' like the Piza, they ain't even picky
Ate pizza
Squeezed their hair like some tweezers
We was up just in time to sling Bieber
I could just picture my
Bitch smilin': Mona Lisa she fuck it up
After the first flip you might
As well double up
Use less cut if your tongue
Don't get numb enough
I heard Max comin' home, free the wave out
We don't take shorts
I tell the homies: "Get a grave out!"
I call Yup through, I call Stamps up
I call free ground, I get 'em jammed up
And you can Google what I did
We don't talk much
Handicap sticker by his crib: we be parked up
Purple kush blunts
Layin' with a bitch that smell like Jack Mac
Make a nigga sick like nauseous
Beans said it ain't bein' scared, be cautious
Took a lot of weight
A nigga took a lot of losses
Seen a nigga layin' in a coffin?
Me too, up all night tossin'
Me and Shortstop drivin' up Slauson
Drop a few jewels
I just listen when he talkin'
I done been the aimer, I done been the target
One way or another, life feel like a bargain
Niggas talk to you that don't
Fuck with you at all
Who you savin' face for? Nigga keep it tall
I just need my daughter, I just need my paper
Ice in my vein
D'Angelo Russel from the Lakers