Tsu Surf, Leaf Ward - Vip Lap lyrics

It's a movie when we see yours
He come 'round, he not from
'round, we turn him 'round, he detour
It's on me right now, these Adderalls
They got me p noid couple niggas gave us
Problems, final outcome, destroy
He survived, we hit him
Though, his skin sizzlin', keloid
I grew up a savage, heartless like my mama
Got my daddy habit's
Grip the 'matic, dump the
Clip, the handle melted, shit was plastic
If I pull up, I get me one
At least a killer's average
Luka Dončić, I'm a Mavеrick
Opps know we back
Money on his head, bank green
This a opеn bag i'm gon' like the picture
Confirmation that we smoked his ass
We ain't get no news after the mission
But I hope it's bad big homie is idle
He don't care 'cause he don't know his dad
Only trust these hammers
Nipsey asked me where I see myself
Ain't have no answer
Bald head clip look like it
Sheltered those with cancer
Gettin' head, my phone ring
I'll call you back, grandma
This one got a switch
So it don't matter if you runnin' out
Granny left a message, said a prayer
She love me lot least they get is broken
Bones, stitches, cuts, bloody clots
Nigga he was with wasn't even bangin'
He got buddy shot
Life's fabulous, my cougar look like Emily
Caught up in that V, don't make it easy
That's a Kennedy
I won't lie, they scored, but
If we keepin' count, it's ten to three
She just need a flight, her carry-on
And some Hennessy we ghost niggas
What you see ain't what
You get, they cappin', that be most niggas
I just wanna hustle 'round
My marathon be prolific
All that actin' grown like he
Crazy got his soul lifted
Feed him to the demons
I just tell the dogs to go get it

If we slide, catch his body
What you got to swap?
We got another bucket if you got the drop
We spend money 'cause we got a lot
I'm a cold shooter and I got the shot
Had to leave the city when we got it hot
Fucked around and fucked off a dub on Prada
I fuck around and really hit
A model in the squatter
We signed it in blood
I'm Mad Max off shottas
Everybody ain't got a body
But they all ridin'
I really put ten killers at a round table
We fire sticks, we ain't usually around cable
We did it with the 'caine
Way before it sound able
I ain't need a label and I wasn't rich
But I was stable
The realest nigga in it, man
This ain't no fuckin' gimmick
They came down shootin'
We ain't run no fuckin' scrimmage
We do the Hellcat, the Rambo
And it ain't rented
But you know it's tinted
Peep 'em squintin' tryna see who in it
Every single day, I'm tore
I still made it through the war
Gettin' busy in Dior
Give them killers a reward
Spill his blood, leave him Crip
But we ain't even gon' trip
Shit gon' kick, but I'm a vet
So I control it with the grip
Know for sure my mom tired
Of me, but more so, she proud of me
We go ah ah ah
It ain't no eye-for eye with me
I show you how to move
It ain't no way that you should lose
I tried followin'
But niggas made me say fuck the rules