Surround Myself Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Uhhh

Yeah

I miss my dawg I hope he hear me

Uh

I pray to god I need some healing

Uh

See I don't care bout how you feel

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I want these bands stacked to the ceiling

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Member high school I was filling up my wallet

I remember back then I was stressing I was whyling

My mom said how the fuck my son became a problem

I done hit the block and went surround myself with bosses

My momma pray I make it back

Like if we see him its a wrap

I told his girl don't get attached

I got her counting up these racks

They want my brothers doing time

Yeah

Like that can never stop our grind uh

I tell her read between the lines uh

They know a young nigga gon shine

Yeah

Bad bitch she driving a rover

I book her a flight and its over

Bunch of bands stuck in the sofa

I don't drink Henny I'm sober

Im in the field you know its real

I dont sip Henny and I don't pop pills

I hit a liq and she grabbing the wheel

If we in the bed then we got it on film

I miss my dawg I hope he hear me

Uh

I pray to god I need some healing

Uh

See I don't care bout how you feel

Uh

I want these bands stacked to the ceiling

Uh

Member high school I was filling up my wallet

I remember back then I was stressing I was whyling

My mom said how the fuck my son became a problem

I done hit the block and went surround myself with bosses

Baby girl please don't get mad at me

She fucking with me cuz she nasty

Talking bout shit we did last week

I don't remember don't ask me

Ten bands on her ass cheeks

I know that they jealous I'm happy

Don't let the police harass me

Don't let security pat me

These niggas think that they scary

I put that bitch on a berry

She say my dick big

Call it Larry

Im just a young nigga

Straight from the prairies

He aint no big man he just talking a lot

Phone call send a bitch to his spot

He thought he was bout to get top

Then he got brushed by his thot

Im in TZ with some keys to a drop

Had to go get me a watch

Cuz the police got me on they watchlist

I got my eyes on the clock

I took a trip to the tropics

I took his shorty she all in

She just seen a nigga balling

She hope her nigga never walk in

I miss my dawg I hope he hear me

Uh

I pray to god I need some healing

Uh

See I don't care bout how you feel

Uh

I want these bands stacked to the ceiling

Uh

Member high school I was filling up my wallet

I remember back then I was stressing I was whyling

My mom said how the fuck my son became a problem

I done hit the block and went surround myself with bosses