8 Feet Lyrics – Surf
Singer: Surf
Title: 8 Feet
You ruin everything
Four n#gg#s stomped him out, we had to put him eight feet
Forty-K hit my account, I spent that sh#t the same week [Yeah
You can f#ck him all you want, but b#tch, I promise he ain’t me [Yeah, he ain’t me
You the type to switch sides for the win like KD [Like KD
I put Prada on my frames, I see this world in HD [Yeah
You can hate me all you want, I promise, it won’t change me [Ha
I been workin’ ’til I pass out like a Mexican [Okay
If you duckin’ from this smoke, we slidin’ on who next of kin [Okay]
You ain’t poppin’ where you say you been ’cause b#tch, I checked the pen [Okay
Put that boy inside an ambulance, they gotta check him in [Okay
Family come and check him out, tryna see what that check about [Yeah
You can see it how you want it, it’s just how you pan it out [Yeah
Livin’ life like just how I wanted, baby, ’cause I planned it out [Yeah
I can get you if I want you baby, what your mans about? [What your mans about?
They congratulate me like they want me when they hands is out [When they hands is out
Took my kindness all for weakness, that’s why I don’t hand it out [I don’t hand it out
Yeah, I ain’t tryna keep up with nobody, I’m ahead of that
I ain’t tryna fix sh#t with nobody ’cause I deaded that
I been keepin’ distance from these n#gg#s like I measured that
They been askin’ questions, tryna see where the f#ck my head is at
Four n#gg#s stomped him out, we had to put him eight feet [Yeah
Forty-K hit my account, I spent that sh#t the same week
You can f#ck him all you want, but b#tch, I promise he ain’t me
You the type to switch sides for the win like KD
I put Prada on my frames, I see this world in HD
You can hate me all you want, I promise, it won’t change me
I been workin’ ’til I pass out like a Mexican
If you duckin’ from this smoke, we slidin’ on who next of kin
Yeah, it’s up when I see you, say you ready, I don’t believe it [No
I came up, so I cannot leave my house without my Nina [No
I been chillin’, stackin’ money to the ceilin’ with my b#tch [Yeah
Take a trip out to Jamaica just so she can wear a fit [Ha
Keep it a buck, I would rather not be inside the mix
Keep it a buck, I would cut my dick before I trust a b#tch, yeah
And he say he tough, I promise, he ain’t tough like this, yeah
He see my success, it probably made him cut his wrists, yeah
I just threw a hundred, make that Benji do a flip, yeah
I just work my muscle like I’m workin’ in a gym
You ain’t givin’ back that sh#t you owe, you might just lose a limb
God made me like, “We gon’ put that dog inside of him”
Four n#gg#s stomped him out, we had to put him eight feet
Forty-K hit my account, I spent that sh#t the same week
You can f#ck him all you want, but b#tch, I promise he ain’t me
You the type to switch sides for the win like KD
I put Prada on my frames, I see this world in HD
You can hate me all you want, I promise, it won’t change me
I been workin’ ’til I pass out like a Mexican
If you duckin’ from this smoke, we slidin’ on who next of kin
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