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At My Mother's House (Explicit) - Tsu Surf
Realest to ever tell it n***a
I'm here to party no problem clearin'
This club out
Mansions marble floors a movie
At the plug house
Heart kinda cold it be hard to
Give my love out
If you ain't with the gang you
Can't hang up in this clubhouse
Pain in that cold cell trappin'
Makin' phone sales
Face cover that d**e smell
Tryna make the whole bail
Who you love who you trust
Who you know gon' put it in
Caught myself thinkin'
'Bout what happened and what coulda been
Excuse me them n***as tried to do me
Don't talk about designer
Committed sin for this gucci
Purgery for this Prada more
Franks no Sinatra
A feature and a walkthrough
I charged him two choppers
Leave bands for my momma
I go before she do
Leader of my gang
'Cuz never been a me too
Solid on morals stand on
'Em gotta keep true
Brooms for the goons sick
'Em on you tell 'em sweep through
Guns out eventually it just
Stop and your time runs out
See me with a teller that's
Only to take the funds out
Drug drought we don't eat
Then gotta take the plug out
You coulda got a scholarship
He go about the thug route
A maniac we was out bangin'
Where it was rainin' at
How cray is that he went out to slide
But he ain't make it back
And grind from the bottom allegations
He shot him
A witness testified and they fried him
Closed case
Birds flockin' they drop
And fill up the whole safe
Pitch a perfect game and try
Make it back to home base
Mirror thinkin'
Where I am can't look at my own face
What if that n***a survive
Caught him let him hold 8
F**k about them n***as eatin'
'Cuz I need the whole plate
Did s**t I had to do
Comfortable with my own fate
Can't switch gang side
Double back bank job
Gucci slippers fit me way
Better than any state slides
Bought 4 made 5 couple crumbs
Made pies
Know who hit your n***a
Why you sittin' why you ain't ride
You gang though wonder where the pain go
Feds be on the lurk around
Tinted loose durango
Might just say a lil bit
Could never explain though
Cut it with the fentanyl
It take two to tango
Homicide the yellow tape bangin'
With the tools
Start hangin' with the gang
Never made his way to school
Man these b***hes hit your line
'Til then find somethin' new
They searchin' through them lies
'Til they find somethin' true
Scratchin' trips off my list
Tryna find another view
My ex thirst trappin'
Tryna find another boo
But f**k her though
Respect the hustle as long
As it make it double though
Even when it's runnin' late
Even when it's comin' slow
Thug it out lot of transactions
At my mother house
Lot of transactions at my mother house