Tsu Surf | Funk Flex | #Freestyle021

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[Verse 1] 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 [Beat Switch] [Verse 2] 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 pleasers 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