Lyrics Tsu Surf – Welcome Home (Freestyle)
Text:
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
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
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