Surrender Lyrics

I take a bitch To the trenches and let her sip lean now she wanna come back to the 1 way

Shawty got 24 hours, I'm counting every hour, I cut me a bitch off in one day

I had it hard for real, I see niggas fight for their life every day for a lunch tray

Shawty gon' eat me up just like a entree, I could be jay , I just need a beyonce

Yeah, don't you listen to them, you can do what your heart say

Beat me a nigga up and I'm gunplay yeaaa

Pussy it like water, well, girl, I'm a swimmer

Step in this blender, I'll make you surrender

Come fucc with me, wanna fuck with a winner

Stuck in between like I'm Malcolm in the middle

Yea yeaa come fucc with me, wanna fuck with a winner

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Prada your bag cus I'm proud of you

We could jump in this car, we could park it wherever

I'm tryna see what we bout to do

Sorry, you feel like I play with your mind

Turn her around, finna break in her spine

Loyalty everything, stay to your kind

I'm slangin', I lay it down when it mine

Give me that pussy, girl, tell me it mine

Get rich or die, tryna feel it like 50

Custom made Glock, I put titties on glizzies

I got me feelin' like Gucci, don't come to my kitchen

I was looking for you , I'm the one who was missing

I'm silent, wont even tell God

This business I been losin' myself tryna keep these bitches

wanna let them all go, but I love my bitches

On the road, doin' shows, tryna get all these riches

Foo, foo, foo, foo, foo

How you gon' take out these bullets

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

From the back, I be handling business

Callin' Lagoon and get real good business

He ain't no killer was me ski missin

Free my lil' brother, be back in a minute

Get on these drugs and then fuck with my feelings

Girl, the way you feel

Open your heart and you see it's real

I still ain't done

Yo, ridin' in this car, I done patted with Gleezes

I know I'm trippin', but this how I'm livin

Yo, took an L and came back with a wonderful feelin

I'm stayin' on track, I'ma chop it to millions

Yo, bumpin' this Marvin Gaye, sensual healin

Sippin' on Chardonnay, watchin' the ceilin

Gettin' my feelings, I think about dealin

Questionin' God, is you seein' your children

Little to my doubt, you believe in your nigga

Sendin' that set, bitch, you leavin' a nigga

Yo, bitch, tryna back it up, B.B.'s feelin

Watch her eat me like a TV dealer

Goin' like Jim, high speed, these bitches

I don't care if it's real, man, I need my bitch