Surf Club - Mista Story lyrics

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Surf Club - Mista Story lyrics

[Intro} [Verse 1 - Tsu Surf] Tony had a lil' pack runna' named Mista' Saw something in him plus he was f**in' his sister Reminded him of Tony and Ty back in them pictures Durant and Westbrook wit lil' bada** Victor Tony saw a goon, took a liking to him pronto Mista' sixteen, he was thirty in his mind though Move with a small team, never left his nine though Moms takin mama out the hood, she need a condo Still a lil' demon in him, Tony saw the leader in him Never had a brother, so the stash, he gonna leave it with him Mista' grabs every word, listen to him slowly Told him keep the strap and he never feel lonely Help him get his weight up, sh** he was a lil' boney Got him chasin all the Jacksons, now he feelin' like Kobe Mista' called Victor, they was from the same block Used to f** the same chicks even had the same Glock Both was raised by the streets, so they had the same pops Vowed to never snitch on each other, no name drops Tony taught Mista all he could about the kitchen Stories bout the hard life, laugh bout the b**hes Even told him how and why Ty went missin' Mista' ain't respond but his eyes said he get it [Verse 2 - Tsu Surf] Couple weeks later they was ballin at the mall Mista' wanted everything he seen on the wall Pulled out a knot and threw the china man a ball Left the store with ten bags, the lil n***a bought it all Seein' Tony talkin to a n***a from a far, that he seen once or twice at a neighborhood bar By the time he got to Tony, boy was headed to the car He said, “What's that n***a name?” Tony said, “Who Paul?" He say, “Oh you f** wit him?” Tony said, “Nah, and if you ever catch him slippin son, get him for it all” Then he asked where the f** Trina and lil' Kia But they was rollin' up, getting blunted in the beamer Now back to the trap spot, money to be balled at Tony on his way out, Mista' getting called at Got this new game right where he want it at Long way from trey bags, knockin' off them hundred packs Marathon in the strip, his block, he was runnin that And big bruh Tony, who he had to thank because of that He was loyal, you could see it in his eyes Never second guessed when it was shoot or be shot Standin' on that curb, perfect vision to the sky, thinkin “Damn, what if I'm gonna get it like Ty?” [Verse 3 - Tsu Surf] Come to think about it, he was chillin wit Lil' Moni Getting head, playing Xbox, blowin' on the rollie Phone starts singin, “Man I do it for my homies” It was Victor, cryin, “Hey bruh they got Tony!!” He ain't even let him get the rest off his chest Grabbed his car keys, a black hoodie, and some sweats Popped three pills, took a shot; he thinkin d**h All he needed was his gloves and his thirty shot tech Hop up in his drop, racin off the block One hand speedin, screamin, “n***as getting shot!!” Other hand, techs is shakin, meet me at the spot In a square, that even d**h, getting fitted for a box Get there round 4, Victor at the door Lookin like a psycho, said, “I found the lil' who*e.” “Where?” “Well Kelly Told Ma and Ma told Phee. You know that thick b**h that be pushin round the Z?' "Yeah.” “Well I be f**in wit her and you know she keep it G. Heard the streets whisper Paulie and this lil b**h Ki" Mista' grab her chin, “b**h tell me what you did!!” She cryin, "It was Paulie, I can put that on my kid. It was all a set up, I got paid for the gig” Then she ran it all down, hopin that he let em' live She looked him in the eye, you could still see a kid But when Mista' dropped a tear, she realized what she did Victor knew what was next, he lit another cig Thinkin bout another ho, what he gon'n did Hands behind the back, she went to yell, “Let me live!!” And before she got to blink, Mista split her whole wig Couple weeks later, Paulie chillin with some bum b**h It was really Moni, she was playin like a jump b**h Kissin on his snake face, s**in on his young dick Mista' needed a favor, he said that he'd be done quick He ain't leave witnesses, silly her, dumb b**h Lights off, creepin up the block in some junk sh** Vic behind the wheel, he out the window wit a drum clip Paulie felt the presence, turn around an' he jump quick Mista' smiled then he yelled out, “Punk b**h. I came to holla and nah I don't want bricks" "You thought that n***as wouldn't peep you with that f** sh** and my big bruh Tony said s** this!!” *Lets off 6 shots*

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