Perfect Storm - Tsu Surf, Sy Ari Da Kid

Whole lotta, A1, rain on 'em

Slow motion, ay, game winner

My niggas, A1, they won’t change on me

Another night, another mission mobbin, this kush hittin', drivin'

Me and these niggas ain’t got shit in common

Bigger problems, heavy ass bags buncha' shit inside 'em

Dreamin' bout a Lam, woke up ain’t even get to drive it, fish tail

Pulled up in some pussy, Missed a brick sale

I just had a quarter and a dream, nigga wished well

Head from a thick girl, manicure and tip nails

Baby hairs, stink uber, that’s the reason baby here

This rap shit make it harder to sleep

We done fuckin', think she stayin', why she fallin' alseep

L.A., Atlanta, Home, Houston, do it all in a week

Big cars and soft leather, bitches fall in the seats

We don’t vacation much, my niggas all in the streets

Phone calls, black trucks they be all for the beef

See we don’t vacation much, my niggas all in the streets

These phone calls, black trucks they be all for the beef

Whole lotta, A1, rain on 'em

Slow motion, cash money, came winning

My niggas, 100, they won’t change on me

I already know who we better than

It be knocking like David Letterman

You are now looking at a veteran

Papa said if you play then you better win

Ay, hell nah we ain’t settling

I can see the storm coming like a weatherman

Hey, roll the dice, bet again and another young nigga dead again

So what’s the difference between fucking and friends

And in a relationship, but not really saying shit

About how you hate the shit, the comfy complacent shit

Don’t work, but you make the shit, just stop drop roll

It’s 'bout safety, shit I don’t really wanna make you hate me

But lately these niggas coming crazy, bitches tryna taste me

Know it seem good, cause when we fuckin' everything good

It’s fucked up, but I mean good, grinding 'til the team good

This paper chase got a nigga wired

Kush from the west, shit hittin' fire

I say I trap and you say I’m a liar

Proceed what happened with cool and keeping it low key

What happened with cool and keeping it low key

Another young nigga dead again

I’m in the car getting head again

Was dark skin, now she red again

Really these pills be the medicine

And these ain’t no excedrin

Roll the dice bet again

Whole lotta, A1, rain on 'em

Slow motion, cash money, came winning

My niggas, 100, they won’t change on me

I already know who we better than

It be knocking like David Letterman

You are now looking at a veteran

Papa said if you play then you better win

Ay, hell nah we ain’t settling

I can see the storm coming like a weatherman

Hey, roll the dice, bet again and another young nigga dead again