Tsu Surf - Tsu Surf Funk Flex Freestyle | Flex Freestyle #021 lyrics

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Tsu Surf - Tsu Surf Funk Flex Freestyle | Flex Freestyle #021 lyrics

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf] Yo, Flex turn the n***a up this 'bout to take a minute See I'm a 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 sh** to Rock like Leonard Schinner And all the guys go like that little lizard And my b**h thigh highs like she k**ed the lizard Team ball, I feel like we can scrimmage the wizards sh**, .40 bang I got b**hes taking trips from the six and I ain't even in Tory lane Projects with the goonies, I be where the shooters at Watching for the b**bie traps, stash how we maneuver that, That's where the Uzis 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 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 sh** 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 n***a years for a burner now But they ain't there when them n***as came burnin' down Hood full of backstabbers, how I never turn around We was making big boy moves while learning how It's a process and its crazy how the pain make the pills more easier to digest Bag is the mindset, they be saying time is money But n***as still never got the time yet sh**, I was right there when bro lost his mom dukes He was crying, broken heart and like times two Thinkin' bout all the sh** he never got the time to And I be beefin' with my mother like I got two Last name Kardashian and I'm looking for a 19 or better With some bread, she a sugar daughter And I'll pull up on her in some tan sh** Stuntin' hard, wasn't even mine that's my man sh** But that's fam sh** 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 n***as don't sleep probably Trump running for office, wonder what he like And what the coke prices gon' be like And ride with me I can take you through the hood nights f** the two hours, hit Mackenzie for a good price They say I talk about my grandma too much She say I play with hammers too much, its a cycle Lord forgive me, broke the weed up on the bible sh**, I done spit 16's with my idols sh**, I done looked down the barrel of a rifle ...