Tsu Surf - Flying High lyrics

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf] It's like I still got this habit of riding with savages I'm tryna chill, I be trippin' like Smith & A 'matic at you Get you vac-sealed and then you boxed In your basement or attic, take it to the feelin' Picture you see sh** so bad I be eatin', still hungry, Mommy raised a scavenger Just ate my new b**h p**y, mmm smell lavender Trappin' out the 2-16 tinted challenger Ain't enough goddamn days on the calendar Old school Jim Jones, n***a still ball Ain't no profit from that last move, flipped it all They always think it can't happen 'til they get a call Baby be online shoppin', she ain't into malls And I be dumpin' with the scammers She a bird, but she a hawk plus she from Atlanta I ain't have designer on, bagged her in my 'jamas Pull up bumpin' Panda, Panda, Panda Black and white makes more black, she a tanner Full house, wash the white girl, Jesse Tanner Mommy said let her come first, I got manners Grandma raised everybody, shoutout to my nana Homie ain't a sprint, this a marathon How I'm on Lebanon, something upper echelon I pull up like Megatron, Skrrrt Then it transform, only know push to start Shopping with a bad b**h, I don't even push the cart She like pilates, smoothies, and like whole food Blonde hair, I'm just sayin, Super Saiyan Goku Just how I pick 'em though, blood on that piccolo Meet 'em on the block and slide off, just a give and go Stockin' Malone, I'm co*kin' the chrome Macaulay Culkin, have you locked in your home 16 had the block to my own, my block is my home No checkin' in, my Pop wasn't home 100 custi's had 'em locked in a phone All that talkin', that is not my thing I really show you how that hotline bling Tatted on me, swear I got my team Run up on me, swear I got my thing [Verse 2: Tsu Surf] It's like I still got a habit of f**ing these ratchets n***as hatin', homies waitin' just clutchin' these ratchets Henny and Xan, all summer '16 madness Instagram pictures, Walking Dead f**in' captions Busy baby, I be workin' I'm a renegade She get around me now she wanna bump Lemonade Heated transaction, bring a scale, get it weighed Juice with the lemonade, mix it in a Minute-Maid Lost friends, lost b**hes too, I was tryna' get it, boo Loyalty is royalty, what kinda' b**h is you And these n***as, they be iffy Used to be my dog, usin' my left titty