Lyrics Surge - Syke

Running from Syke and he′s coming in close
Sending them chills from the head to the toes
See they wanted the beef
Now they taken they seats
But they looked 'cross the table
They saw me and froze
Why is you picking a fight with the pros
Want a bitch killing a pipe and a pole
I make waves with the flow
They be calling me Poe
How i spit it so clean
Make it seem like a prose
Call me a dog?
Yes bitch i know
Say that i′m lost?
Yea i suppose
Go to the mall so i buy you a top and im watching you shop?
Yea thats a no
We going to Ross
We keeping it low
Yes i got the sauce
But not for a hoe
If you worry bout costs, if you asking a lot, if you question the boss
Bitch take off your clothes
Bitch take off your nose
Bitch take off you soul
Don't keep the door closed
I want it to show
I want it to snow
I want all these people to see that you always be asking for more
Im grabbing my coat
I follow my bros
I call them my crows
We free and we flying so high
Give our time to the sky
And we following death
In whichever direction she go
Bro, Ay no, don't care about the logo
She say she ain′t alone but it look like her boy a no show
Getting head beneath the table call that shit a low blow
She like POV that bitch done got my ass a Go Pro

Why is you throwing your towel
Bitch this ain′t work wipe the sweat off your brow
Heard that bitch saying my music too loud
That is my queue to go turn up the sound
Me and my dogs coming straight out the pound
Me and my broads smoke it straight by the pound
Yea see we tryna turn up this whole fucking town
Packed in the car cause we acting like clowns
Way that she moving it got me like "how?"
Way that i move in it got her like "Ow"
Shit too intense i can't see through the crowd
Couldn′t even make it out of the house
Please watch your step don't get lost in the shroud
It′s the lemon and haze that's the mix of the cloud
Don′t keep track of my days i can't keep up the count
But i know when i go imma do so with clout
Hit em like Bow
She
Riding my dick it's a mount
Tain
Using my dick like a fount
Tain
How many Os in amount?
Ten
Sorry, stuck on my allow
Ance
Mind on my money i′m fo
Cused
Stay off the honeys, don′t blow
Kiss
Relationship dummy I'm broken
My nigga was buying my shit by the pound
He smoking my shit while he chill in the lounge
I don′t mind what he doing, this shit i allow
But the problem was money, im wearing the crown
He walked in the room kept his eyes on the rounds
Wheres the paper my nigga or shits going down
Wipe the smile off your face i ain't messing around
Because bitch it′s my money and i need it now

I ain't done yet nigga, I′m just stretching my lungs
I took my buddies to the mall but they can't keep up the funds
I say i'm sorry please forgive me i′m just having some fun
My man was caught for selling bags bruh i ain′t see him in months
A bitch that know when to leave me 'lone i swear to god she the one
I got the blood from my mirror image staining my gun
If you don′t know me yet this probably be a good time to run
I'm done