Tsu Surf - Welcome Back Freestyle lyrics

It's like, vroom vroom, started up
Poppin' the gear i'm back
Feel like Rocky at the top of the stairs
Head high, feet grounded
Keep the Glock in the air bull's eye
Hit the target when I'm locked in the steer
Yeah, rule number 1: gotta stunt
When we come out
Paid In Full pics hella bread
With the gun out
It's like the money paralyzed you
Never see it run out
So bitches like Jordan from the jump
Got they tounge out
I graduated from shrimp, noodle, to lobster
A gorilla with the TEC
Go bananas with the chopper
G's moved me up from a shooter to a shotta
Cops only find Tootsie Rolls
I could pinatã ya
Bitches come second cuz I only chase dollars
Spinach, broccoli, green, collards
Holla at me about paper or
I don't wanna holla cause for the cheese
The bullets I'll be airing Rodgers
All it take is one chirp brrr
Send those clips
Jeep Cherokees, the Tahoes bend those strips
It's like "Did he go, damn, didn't do shit"
No bullets, so whip his head Willow Smith
For like two weeks straight I
Slinged raw on that stoop
First flip I ripped the whole
Fucking skull off the roof
Then I went back to papi, spent 27 for two
Last flip I bought the caravan
Doors on the coupe
So you tell me what that sound like
Certified boss shit
The vest is for the D and
The 40 is the offence
Polo kicks, cargos, buttoned-up Lacoste shit
Key in the ignition sound like
It about to hawk spit
My young bitch head game to the attic
They lurking in the hood so
I gotta keep the 'matic
Dope straight from Orlando
Bricks of that Magic
When I stop my neck blink
The chain got hazards
Squatting in that 7-0, two Mike Vicks on
Yellow bitch, passenger
Suck till the dick gone
First she paid me then her
Money getting spent on purple Pradas
Look like I make wine with my kicks on
I bagged her two weeks ago
You should've seen her face freeze
She like "I've never seen those"
Cause bitch, they don't make these!
Get it at a good rate
I'll flip it at a great speed
Dope say 'Unthinkable'
Just re-up'd with eight keys