Surely Shorty Lyrics

New car every week yeah it go fast

Just bought a new Rari yeah it's matte black

Just copped a new charger ain't no Scat Pack

Yeah you know that bitch a demon ain't no hellcat

New prada every week they be sending pack

Bought a Bentley but I flipped it for some Birkin Bags

Surely Shorty know I'm fucking on her dormie

Got a glocky holding forty

Yeah you know this shit ain't for me

Driving in them foreigns

That domestic shit be boring

An exotic bitch named Dora

In the forest we exploring

One night got that bitch she whorin'

She squeaking like a doorhinge

Spent the night and now it's morning

Kicked her out her eyes was pouring

Kicked her out her eyes was pouring

Like a waterfall

I can't knock it off

So now I'm nodding off

She ain't hot at all

So it's no heat

Got my side ting moving closely

All of my bling is engrossing

They ain't hire me at the Shoneys

Know a bad bitch, she ain't know me

Tippy toeing right into the Benjamins

Let me go and settle this

You know I am the best

I ain't kidding

Rap real shit, ain't written, clear vision

No ties all my guys just with it

No kidding

I just sent a homie on a mission

Gun shot hot get fired no missing

My guys don't retire I'm with it

Just made a couple plays, got a dime in the fitted

New car every week yeah it go fast

Just bought a new Rari yeah it's matte black

Just copped a new charger ain't no Scat Pack

Yeah you know that bitch a demon ain't no hellcat

New prada every week they be sending pack

Bought a Bentley but I flipped it for some Birkin Bags

Surely Shorty know I'm fucking on her dormie

Got a glocky holding forty

Yeah you know this shit ain't for me

I'm obsessed with all my progress

Foreign whip I might just hop in

Weather nice we in the tropics

Costs are low, higher profits

Off the dome I spit

Stole the whip they ain't notice it

Popped a stick cuz I know it hits

And it hits so hard

Only liquor I just mix the bars

Walked away and she stole my heart

We been persevering, vision clearer

Blow right off the fucking mirror

Always nearer

I don't' want to hear about a fucking thing

Take the pills we don't pass them off

Got a bitch might just drop the top

Dropped the mic now I'm lost in thought

We The Gods yeah we often pop

Talking drip we ain't talking sauce

Found a wifey and she likes to talk

Uber down, now she got to walk

New car every week yeah it go fast

Just bought a new Rari yeah it's matte black

Just copped a new charger ain't no Scat Pack

Yeah you know that bitch a demon ain't no hellcat

New prada every week they be sending pack

Bought a Bentley but I flipped it for some Birkin Bags

Surely Shorty know I'm fucking on her dormie

Got a glocky holding forty

Yeah you know this shit ain't for me