Songtexte Youngest Boss - Surf God

Silly nigga she gone fuck me
Cause my bag bigger

Youngest boss up in my section
I done passed niggas
Fuck that over lapped niggas

Quit talking bout the past Nigga

You ain't touched a dub in months
Make that ya last picture

Sick of throwback Thursday ass Niggas

Don't owe a nigga shit
Except a face shot if he act stupid

Catch em while he live
Empty the clip
That's how we make movies

Poetic pain
Choppa get sanging
Name that bitch toosii

Purple rain
Bitch I been a prince
So Don't you act goofy

12 thousand in the mail
Took that L
An got that shit back

I really been through hell
Can show you
Where he keeps the souls at

Camped outside hotels
Counting shells
Trynna toe tag

Can't name a time a failed
Treat my medals
Like they war flags

Body for body
We can go there
If you want it nigga

Choppas an shotties
When it's war time

My killer got hobbies
He walk shit down
Play drums like instrumentals

Don't care where he hiding
We'll spin the globe
This shit get Continental

I could never lose
Threw that dirt on top my name
Accepted ridicule

Got that change an stayed the same
That's sum you'll never do

My whole team been buying blicks
And they Can't wait to use Em

Nigga talking gangsta
Felt them woes
That still ain't make em shoot it

Creep up in his house
Won't make a sound
We In the warzone looting

If buddy got them pounds
We checking rooms
Until he get to moving

I ain't wanna do Em
How we did Em
But he made me do it

Told Em to stay down
Reached for his round
That nigga made me shoot em

Gone

Now look where that nigga at

Every time I close my eyes
I see the souls I can't forget

Any time I hit decline
It cause it wasn't bout a check

All these skullys in my closet
I ain't never far from death

If you seen the shit I seen
You woulda never made it back

He keep flashing less then 20
Over here that ain't a flex

Every day I touch new money
Put it up an let it stack

Now these niggas trynna be round Me
Cause they know having next

Fuck I look like showing love
I did it all to get respect

Can't just get a feature wit me
You gotta pay me for these raps

Spent a band on these off whites
They'll get in all black just for that

Never cared about the hype
You know them niggas never last

Name one nigga in the city
Independent breaking necks

Only person they gone say
Start with a S an end with F

How the hell you gone compete
If all you ever did was less

They keep asking when I sleep
I'll catch my rest up when I'm dead

Fuck his chest up
To his head

He try to run
Then smack his legs

Can't go to war
Won't stand a chance

Treat being broke
Like its plague

If that's the case
These niggas sick

That's on my life
I'm flipping shit

I Get the trap
Then burn that bitch

Now every lease
Come with a kit