P Surf

Cmon
Man it's P on the beat I'ma come in like that
The youngest in charge, yeah I run it like that
Said I don't put on for the wreck
Say swear that's a fact
It's a reason they keep coming back

Said as long as they print it
I'm coming for that
I'm a artist, that mean that I'm bigger than rap
Could've been a statistic still stuck in the trap
Now they counting my stats and I'm still running laps

Said they know I'm the one
Up on my hits than my misses
I'm my momma son
Locked in with the gang, make a lil nigga run
Better ask round the city, we still get it done

They talking bout chill, man it's just getting fun
To see Nick a fee next, I play for the suns
No open container, just a bag full of runtz
No mercy for killers
We hear and we hunt

Got the city on fire
Just cause you can hang
Don't mean you can bang
No reason to lie
Sorry McMaster, I ain't dropping music I know since the shortage the city been dry

I feel like y'all done seen enough
But y'all steady paying so I guess y'all ain't seen it enough

I used to write notes to this hoe in my class
Said when I get rich imma buy her a truck
Now I write notes to the niggas who mad
Like I been sparing y'all, when I catch you it's up
This hoe got a clip with a extended mag
Got a mind of her own, and she like to bust

And I don't get what's new
Just a young nigga still killing the old heads
Should've been Drew
I get on these beats and I walk for a fee
You mean lil nick
Man who would of knew

Man you think if I offer this hoe a lil motion, she ain't finna bite
Boy you crazy as lice
Most of these niggas will lose all they sanity, for a lil picture and you probably might
Your pops was a clown and the apple ain't far from the tree
So your moms wasn't doing sum right

I stack all these chips and put on for the city
But still in the field tryna earn all my stripes
Ms. Stewart couldn't see lul P move at this height
So I showed the whole world what I do to a mic

Get a new Kawasaki to ride thru the Bank
Just to give the young hustlers a push on the bike
Y'all knew I was the one when y'all heard Roll The Dice
And that one was free so imagine my price
When they know it's a fee then the pressure get tight
When they know it's P easy the hoes get a bite

Bae I turn nothing to something
So how would you feel if I turned me and you into something
She like, boy you should know you be thugging
I can't even flag but whatever to get to this money

Lil hoe I'm a G
I personally pimp on these peons
Lil P out here still pushing p
I am the snowman
HHR L P
A see out pushing da skii

Walk with me
Upholding a campaign jit, that's the boss in me
Up to the point where it costs just to talk to me
Small town bread and you still tryna offer me
Put a nigga in the dirt, get off me
Who you calling big bruh still lost to me
Can't invest in your life, what it's costing me
Niggas catching on late it was taught to me
A goat in the form of a nigga who cost to see

And I drip in designer
My face on a flyer
I used to steal hand sanitizer
But that was when prices was higher, and I had less buyers than motion would really Require

But prior I heard through a wire that if I acquire desire my chances was fire
So I got a different supplier and switched up attire
Explaining why prices got higher

I'm beneficial
Tell 'em blow the whistle
Ma I been official
Put me in the game and I'm still that nigga
But you wouldn't figure
Cause a artist like me probably unfamiliar

Man they told me that I needed structure
These niggas just chatting cause I went and got me a rack
They talking bout changing the culture
Put on for the city and they ain't appreciate that

Man hood I'm a rap niggas bad dream
Me and the gang vs hers it's a tag team
Making plays fore I know what the flag mean
Selling yay to the models and trap queens

Been said I was lyrically different
I pulled out a rack now she being submissive
I wasn't the first but the first to go through with the mission
These hoes be itching for bread and attention

Man they couldn't see P on his worst day
Last time I sat down was my birthday
If it's real put this heat in yo purse bae
If it's real put this heat in yo purse bae

Man
Niggas couldn't see me on Thursday, Monday, whatever
They called me to the side, say you do this one thing, your city up forever
Man long live all my soldiers come take a dance with the devil

On God, aye
We turned up man shout out T one E, shoutout the whole Carolinas
They know we putting on for the city man
It ain't too much longer man, P nigga, HHR Gang