Letra What do you want me to say Tsu Surf

What do you want me to say

Homicide daily where i'm from we get it poppin’
Be warring with them opposites and losing ain't no option
Either hating or they plotting
Remembered or forgotten
And bitches get nastier right after you take them shopping
Plug talk, I bring that translator and a scale
My wifey got the re-up my mother she got the bail
Made a come up took an L, I just took it all well
And you ain't gettin’ money if that bitch dont want Chanel
She like Fendi, Louis, Prada
She ain't loyal she get nada
"You love it you could leave it" That's just lessons from my father
No presidential roley just chopper that go "baracka,"
Bad bitch thank her mother, thank her father, thank her doctor
I do it for my city i'm just praying niggas feel me
I know its niggas hating that was praying that they kill me
Fuck them niggas plans up, off white van cut, JPay on the phone this a couple homies jammed up

I know they want me dead, that's why I'm always riding with it
Caught me slippin' that night i won't forget it
Yeah we gon’ get straight!
You can’t knock me off my pivot, reverse and put that money on your head leave a nigga for dead

Shots. Shots, shots, shots fired
Walk, down on you. Shots fired
Money, on your head. Shots fired
What you want me to say?
What you want me to say?

Ambulance coming they don't make it to him, graveyards making room
Doctor gotta tell them people waiting in that waiting room
They panicking, some shit just be damaging no answer then
Whoever you worship they ain’t answering
Why these people staring up in Gucci where the management?
Cut a finger save an arm some niggas be cancerous
Pull up in that Cherokee im Thor tryn' hammer shit
Love the bitch to death but she scandalous, need better time management
I pray to God I never slip again
Your enemies can have the same traits as your friends
You burning all them bridges pray to God you can swim
You gon' burn up all them bridges pray to God you can swim
I fucked her then I fell back
Loyal? How you tell that?
Pray I see them heavens dawg swervin' in this Hellcat
Life plus some other shit, he can’t get a L back
Shots on them blocks yellow cones where them shells at

I know they want me dead, that's why I'm always riding with it
Caught me slippin' that night i won't forget it
Yeah we gon' get straight!
You can't knock me off my pivot, reverse and put that money on your head leave a nigga for dead

Shots. Shots, shots, shots fired
Walk, down on you. Shots fired
Money, on your head. Shots fired
What you want me to say?
What you want me to say?