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crime scene - surge (rapper) lyrics

(verse 1)
c*notes
i be chasing c*notes
i ain’t never running out of ammo
what’s a reload
i got women trying to shoot they shot
like this a free throw
she been talking to me bout a future
she a freak hoe
i got way too many things to do
i tell them book me
i know n*ggas trying pull my card
i tell them push me
i be schooling n*ggas all the time
they playing hooky
way i went to ballin
they ain’t know i was rookie
i k!lled that p*ssy
it’s a murder scene
aye
my flow sick
ain’t trying to quarantine
aye
no running from it
homie you know where we at n*gga
we numb to it
likе it’s morphine
before thе social guidelines
told you n*ggas back back
i come through and k!ll the scene
aye how you murder like that
made a ticket off of rapping
how you sounding like that
type of math a n*gga talking
turn a dollar into racks
(chorus)
i want cash
i’m a put in the stash
way my fricking palm itching
could of sworn i had a rash
aye
chase a bag
i don’t really want to brag
now they see a n*gga popping
you could say i’m like a tag
aye
shordy bad
like she made a n*gga mad
i’m happy young n*gga
i ain’t going out sad
no
money add
no that sh*t don’t ever lag
way i’m getting all these mommy’s
n*gga shout out to my dad
ayee

(verse 2)
beep beep
got these n*ggas on street
we could really get you touched
it ain’t n0body out of reach
n*ggas pull up on yo block
and say what’s hannin’
i been active
you looking for some action
yeah block babyyyy
i seen em’ jumping zack
sh*t was getting serious
that sh*t was like a heart attack
i don’t like to talk about this sh*t
cause it be flooding back
adrenaline be pumping busting missions
now it’s to the max
working every sunday
pay out onna wednesday
mastered getting money
now i’m feeling like a sensei
tell me what the check say
i don’t got a rest day
i ain’t working out
but sh*t is feeling like a flex day
nasty
she getting at me
i had to pass her to my dog
i’m throwing alleys
they couldn’t tag me
they tryna catch me
i get to running to that money
like a track meet
(chorus)
i want cash
i’m a put in the stash
way my fricking palm itching
could of sworn i had a rash
aye
chase a bag
i don’t really want to brag
now they see a n*gga popping
you could say i’m like a tag
aye
shordy bad
like she made a n*gga mad
i’m happy young n*gga
i ain’t going out sad
no
money add
no that sh*t don’t ever lag
way i’m getting all these mommy’s
n*gga shout out to my dad
ayee

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