Crowd Surf

Lyrics

[Chorus: Clyde Carson] We surfin' through the crowd (DJ Kid on the track) Tryna pull somethin' out Talkin' shit, pullin' figures out (DJ Kid, this a hit for sure) They tryna stop me, but I reroute Seen the light, now I got the glow The game in my hand, I wouldn't choke Always said I wanted more (Yeah, ayy) [Verse 1: Clyde Carson] This look like something on my list Twenty-two floors, but I'm up at the pent' Twenty on the watch, but that's lil' shit Maybe she could possibly get the hint now Put it down Might just have you through the town Might just have you on a flight Treasure chest, pullin' out Couple of pieces, telekinesis We on the same page, got the same aim Where the bad bitches? Where the get-money hoes runnin' around with some change? 2020, it's a new year, she ready for more They pullin' them bands out, got my hands out 'cause somebody owe Pull up in the S, your nigga the best, she had to confess Tryna progress, best revenge is success [Chorus: Clyde Carson & Philthy Rich] We surfin' through the crowd Tryna pull somethin' out Talkin' shit, pullin' figures out They tryna stop me, but I reroute Seen the light, now I got the glow The game in my hand, I wouldn't choke Always said I wanted more (Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga, uh-huh, look) [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] Which car should I drive today, that Lambo or that Bentley truck? (Foreign) That's five hundred thou' large, tell that broke nigga get his pennies up (Broke nigga) These niggas ain't good in they hood, so I just stay in mine (Seminary) These Jordans exclusive, ain't came out, better stay in line (It's Philthy) Ain't no niggas outshining me but Wop and Floyd (Uh-uh) Niggas better go back to his day job and mob them floors (He better) VVS's in my mouth, yeah, I flooded out my gold tooth (Bustdown) Each of 'em got a different color, that's white, yellow, and rose too (It's Philthy) I know a nigga who robbed a nigga and he got robbed like the next day (Is that right?) Them P's sittin' in first class, they'll arrive to you like the next day (KillZone) In '08, on gang wars, nigga play with me, it'll be a gang war (I swear to God) Ain't shit changed but these big faces, I'm the same rich and the same poor, it's Philthy [Chorus: Clyde Carson] We surfin' through the crowd Tryna pull somethin' out Talkin' shit, pullin' figures out They tryna stop me, but I reroute Seen the light, now I got the glow The game in my hand, I wouldn't choke Always said I wanted more