Surf & Turf
(专辑: The Price Of Tea In China - 2020)
[Boldy James:] Where we at with it? Blockworks, let's get it Slums of Detroit, drugs from the
port, plugged with the
source Gun in my shorts, blood was the
sport Jumped from the
porch, hung like a
horse, Ones with the
Force Drunk in a
Porsche, trunk full of corpse Dump with the
torch, run for the
Ford, love for my daughter Son was the
fourth, younging on the
run with a
warrant Motherfuck a
judge and the
courts, club full of dorks Got it out the
mud in my 'ports, had to let the
love run its course Cousin up North, plugged in New York Plugged on the
Coast, doves and them storks, tub full of dope Road trips to Ypsi', what's good with the
coke? Real niggas like Nipsey give a
hood nigga hope Dub with the
smoke, got about a
dub in my coat Ain't even on the
flyer but think I'm in love with the
host Glove on the
toast, this for all my cousins and folks Bloods and my locs, they know I'ma thug 'til I
croak That's how we coming Overlord status, I
be slumming My son think that I
don't love 'em, he don't know his daddy thugging Said, "I been out here since a
youngin'" Running up a
check, thumbing stuffing hundreds in that Drummond These niggas know that's how we coming It ain't no future in your fronting when my shooters get to dumbing You know my crew ain't missing nothing Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we coming 1st through the
3rd, 15th through the
31st 31 3rd, big 3, and my dirty Squirt Burning sherm, me and Nick Speed, here you heard it first Curtis Curb, niggas cook beef like it's surf & turf You know we swerve and purr, slicker than fish grease Them early worms get the
birds with the
big beaks Shit got your bitch working my nerves out in Twin Peaks Gin neat, olive martinis, we don't mix drinks Big links, only built for Cubans, think I'm big Meech I
been bricking, now I
need that Cuban with the
big sink I
been street, was me, Nut, and J-9, now we in deep When it's just me, it's just me and my 9, feel like I'm 10 deep On the
Warren, planted in the
hood, feel like Big Squeak Off of Forest, dancing with them Wolves, niggas been sheep The
hood want the
music, trying not to let this shit leak My son tryna fill my shoes, but daddy got some big feet (You've got some pretty big shoes to fill) Overlord status, I
be slumming My son think that I
don't love 'em, he don't know his daddy thugging Said, "I been out here since a
youngin'" Running up a
check, thumbing stuffing hundreds in that Drummond These niggas know that's how we coming It ain't no future in your fronting when my shooters get to dumbing You know my crew ain't missing nothing Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we coming [Vince Staples:] Came with the
Crips, came with the
'scrip, churn up the
grits Can't never slip, thang on the
hip Burst from the
whip, drive-by shooter Autopilot when I
bye-bye losers Look mama, no hands, look mama, mo' bands Big house, mo' land, lil' Vince a
grown man, came with his own plan No friends wanna pop me, homie you can't stop me Thugging with the
Wop, burning up Del Amo swap meet You know who the
opps was, ain't nobody shot me But I
shot, mm, hmm, hmm, maybe 'bout three Wasn't doing too much, I
done made a
few bucks I
can get you Ku Klux'd, underneath the
white sheet Off the
porch with hot feet, could've ran a
40 in a
4-flat .44, snub nose, homie let me hold that I
ain't never shoot it though Trade it for a
deuce-five and a
Sidekick slide Put that shit on Tiny Scrap, pulled up where they find me at Shot and then we fired back, almost hit the
gray Benz Send it to Atlanta, got the
Tesla with the
gray rims Try me, I'ma put you on a
stretcher, that's on gangland [Outro:] The
breaking news tonight is that two people, according to Detroit Police, were shot inside which prompted all of this inside this Citgo gas station, here on 8
Mile Camero, doesn't have a
headlight on, and somebody if not a
couple people could be running out of this vehicle, one, two, three