Surf & Turf (feat. Vince Staples)

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, Youngin' 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 comin' Overlord status, I be slummin' My son think that I don't love 'em, he don't know his daddy thuggin' Said, "I been out here since a youngin'" Runnin' up a check, thumbin' stuffing hundreds in that Drummond These niggas know that's how we comin' It ain't no future in your frontin' when my shooters get to dumbin' You know my crew ain't missin' nothin' Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we comin' 1st through the 3rd, 15th through the 31st 31 3rd, big 3, and my dirty squirt Burnin' 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 workin' 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 brickin', 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, dancin' 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 slummin' My son think that I don't love 'em, he don't know his daddy thuggin' Said, "I been out here since a youngin'" Runnin' up a check, thumbin' stuffing hundreds in that Drummond These niggas know that's how we comin' It ain't no future in your frontin' when my shooters get to dumbin' You know my crew ain't missin' nothin' Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we comin' 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 Thuggin' 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 doin' 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 The breaking news tonight is that two people, According to Detroit Police, Were shot inside which prompted all of this At 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