Quarantine Tales 2

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Tsu Surf - Rap

Quarantine Tales 2

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[Intro] HUMbeats [Verse 1] Nothin' like knowin' them killers lurkin' We been cautious Shot, nearly lost him We been in them trenches playin' offense Stash box every shark And won't forget about drinkin' up out that faucet How we twenty doing twenty? Made me nauseous Heart froze, he almost died before We been slidin' more and tryna find 'em more Every skeleton in my closet was alive before I'm traumatized, I don't regret it, we don't apologize Percocets to try and ease these homocides It's up, it's time to play again Stumbled on his words, he tryna pray again Watch out for them suckers in your circle, how'd he make it in? It's spooky, you'll probably say I changed if you knew me Sendin' goonies, goin' edit out this movie Catch a body for the gang-bang, money, power, toolies Never told, had to take his lawyer money to his umi Still be spittin' for the killers in the trap They feel it when I rap Couldn't get my nigga back So we gon' spin and get some tax Spinnin' with my sharks around Hammerheads and makos Ten bands a feature, bought a crate full of Dracos Out before my mama finish cookin', fuck them Eggos Thirty straight to VVS's, eighty in the safe though I could go any day though I only trust my nana and this fuego How they switch up and tell they me that I changed though? It's nothin' like your bitch It's nothin' like finding out he a snitch Or you catchin' him out of bounds 'cause it's lit We make lines, you never oversteppin' Hope we catch him Next new piece might go baguette him Bought the shooters just to keep it copacetic Thought they cut his sentence shorter so we said it Life is short, but so what? Death is You ain't did the job 'til you know he breathless Me and the gobblers know it's gang, we only got us Gettin' head while tryna sort out all my problems Dear heavenly Father [Verse 2] Nothin' like knowin' the shooter breathin' With my demons, call me if you see him Locked my youngest dog, he in the kennel Still screamin', "Free him" Trapped up in, throw a celebration once we G-O-D him Bitch, I'm out of state, these shoes European Scary? Very We gotta tamper with the witness if it's necessary All this goonie shit, this here hereditary Hustle startin' February, endin' February Gang never worried Heard the opps is doin' great, be better buried Chopper get to bangin', make a picture where we slide up Up a couple bodies, why they actin' like we tied up? Candles and balloons, beds where the blood dried up All these bitches liars, how I'm supposed to make my mind up? Nothin' like it

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  • HUMbeats
  • Tsu Surf