Up On Em
Surf God
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Cause I got the drop up on em A thottie that's ready to Pop up on em A Brodie to change for the pape Up on em A steppa that stomp when I say it On em A plug that's in love with the pape I brought em He gone do what it takes To keep business proper A FaceTime from ha An he said I got em Get a FaceTime from gone Now we shaking coppers Go update ya roster like This is that time of the night This is that monster That's under ya bed Just waiting to cut out the light That crack in the closet Sound in kitchen That just isnt feeling to right That one in the head Then click click jam Last thing ya need in ya life Last thing I need is a wife Maybe a vibe a smoochie a Bonnie Something to keep me on ice I need a 9 a rugar a glocky Something that come with a sight Play wit yo bitch or ya life Spin yoles don't matter the type I'm sliding bro right or he right If I suit up he dying tonight Like like like Who think I'm sweet in this bitch Really walking shit down When it came to my chick Check the reports on the hit He done left with some shots Then got dropped to the feds Check the reports on my fit I done spent a few zips To go reup an Shit Ha like Ima god but I'll never admit it Soldier to worker Worker to boss Look at me prince of my city Copy my flows Study my moves Niggas can't remix the Demi I'm not that kid from the city When I make it out Know the south coming with me Just wanted support from my gang Video shoots first time performing It was just me on that stage Switched up my lane Found some real members Now NSE be the gang Niggas betrayed me Never forgave em His body won't cost me thang Won't cost me a chain Cause I got the drop up on em A thottie that's ready to Pop up on em A Brodie to change for the pape Up on em A steppa that stomp when I say it On em A plug that's in love with the pape I brought em He gone do what it takes To keep business proper A FaceTime from ha An he said I got em Get a FaceTime from gone Now we shaking coppers Go update ya roster like F*ck it I'm back in this bitch Got a lot on my chest So I'm talking my shit F*ck it I know bout the risk Like keep watching that door While I weigh up this brick So deep in this Shit Not thinking ahead Pray I'm not stuck in the mix F*ck it it Is what it is There ain't no turning back We been banging since kids Third street trapping Niggas been acting Preaching to the world they active Niggas relaxing ain't got no action Better tap in we slapping Can't show you how to Swipe no giffy But these bricks no tint No Bobby all Whitney Can't show you how to pop No wheely Cause when I was 13 I was loading up semis
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