Surf & Turf

[Intro: Boldy James]

Where we at with it?

Blockworks, let's get it

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

Slums of Detroit, drugs from the port, plugged with the source

Gun in my shorts, blood was the sport

Jumped from the porch, hung like a horse, Ones with the Force

Drunk in a Porsche, trunk full of corpse

Dump with the torch, run for the Ford, love for my daughter

Son was the fourth, youngin on the run with a warrant

Motherfuck a judge and the courts, club full of dorks

Got it out the mud in my ’ports, had to let the love run its course

Cousin up North, plugged in New York

Plugged on the Coast, doves and them storks, tub full of dope

Road trips to Ypsi', what's good with the coke?

Real niggas like Nipsey give a hood nigga hope

Dub with the smoke, got about a dub in my coat

Ain’t even on the flyer but think I'm in love with the host

Glove on the toast, this for all my cousins and folks

Bloods and my locs, they know I'ma thug 'til I croak

[Chorus: Boldy James]

That's how we comin', overlord status, I be slummin'

My son think that I don't love him, he don’t know his daddy thuggin’

Said, "I been out here since a youngin"

Runnin' up a check, thumbin’, stuffing hundreds in that Drummond

These niggas know that's how we comin'

It ain't no future in your frontin’ when my shooters get to dumbin'

You know my crew ain't missin' nothin'

Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we comin'

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

First through the third, fifteenth through the thirty-first

Thirty-one third, big three, and my dirty Squirt

Burnin' sherm, me and Nick Speed, here you heard it first

Curtis Curb, niggas cook beef like it's surf-and-turf

You know we swerve and purr, slicker than fish grease

Them early worms get the birds with the big beaks

Shit got your bitch workin' my nerves out in Twin Peaks

Gin neat, olive martinis, we don't mix drinks

Big links, only built for Cubans, think I'm Big Meech

I been brickin', now I need that Cuban with the big sink

I been street, was me, Nut, and J-9, now we in deep

When it's just me, it's just me and my .9, feel like I'm ten deep

On the Warren, planted in the hood, feel like Big Squeek

Off of Forest, dancin' with them Wolves, niggas been sheep

The hood want the music, trying not to let this shit leak

My son tryna fill my shoes, but daddy got some big feet

(You've got some pretty big shoes to fill)

[Chorus: Boldy James]

Overlord status, I be slummin'

My son think that I don't love him, he don't know his daddy thuggin'

Said, "I been out here since a youngin"

Runnin' up a check, thumbin', stuffing hundreds in that Drummond

These niggas know that's how we comin'

It ain't no future in your frontin' when my shooters get to dumbin'

You know my crew ain't missin' nothin'

Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we comin'

[Verse 3: Vince Staples]

Came with the Crips, came with the 'scrip

Churn up the grits, can't never slip, thang on the hip

Burst from the whip, drive-by shooter

Autopilot when I bye-bye losers

Look mama, no hands, look mama, mo' bands

Big house, mo' land, lil' Vince a grown man, came with his own plan

Old friends wanna pop me, homie, you can't stop me

Thuggin' with the wop, burning up Del Amo swap meet

You know who the opps was, ain't nobody shot me

But I shot, mm, hmm, hmm, maybe 'bout three

Wasn't doin' too much, I done made a few bucks

I can get you Ku Klux'ed

Underneath the white sheet, off the porch with hot feet

Could've ran a forty in a four-flat, .44 snub nose

Homie let me hold that, I ain't never shoot it though

Traded for a deuce-five and a Sidekick slide

Put that shit on Tiny Scrap, pulled up where they find me at

Shot and then we fired back, almost hit the gray Benz

Send it to Atlanta, got the Tesla with the gray rims

Try me, I'ma put you on a stretcher, that's on gangland

[Outro]

The breaking news tonight is that two people

According to Detroit Police, were shot inside

Which prompted all of this inside this Citgo gas station, here on 8 Mile

Camero, doesn't have a headlight on

And somebody, if not a couple people, could be running out of this vehicle now

One, two, three—