"Sofa Surfin" lyrics
One thing's for sure
Two things for certain
Nosey neighbors near my spot
I close the curtains
One thing's for sure
Two things for certain
If my line stops ringing then I'm out lurking
Nosey neighbors near my spot
I gotta close the curtains
Leave my youngen in the bando
Have him sofa-surfing
Sofa-surfing
I'll have him sofa-surfing
It was dingers on the strip
Now come check the German
These guys see the diamonds and they're twerking, twerking
He was known 'til the mandem made him missing person
I see niggas double my ages cycling 'round in the rain
I was young. They used to cuss me. Now, I come in the Range
It's strange
But real funny how these times have changed
I know more than what they think and watch 'em lie to my face
S done it bait on the mains
There's no bussing that case
I told Q get this money, but he's stuck in his ways
T came home and went back 'cause he ain't saying names
Life's a gamble where I'm from
I don't think you'll relate
Wagu steak up in tower bridge
I'm treating my bae
No side girl, bro. I barely got time for my main
You was under the shelter, my dog
I'm out in the rain
It's a different type of struggle, when your hunger's a pain
One thing's for sure
Two things for certain
If my line stops ringing then I'm out lurking
Nosey neighbors near my spot
I gotta close the curtains
Leave my youngen in the bando
Have him sofa-surfing
Sofa-surfing
I'll have him sofa-surfing
It was dingers on the strip
Now come check the German
These guys see the diamonds and they're twerking, twerking
He was known 'til the mandem made him missing person
The packs coming TT. The shots always want more
I'm flying up the country with my bruddas selling out tours
I tell her throw it back that's an encore
She loves that I'm bilingual
She gets wet of "bonjour"
It's Audemaurs and all these foreign whips
I know she's got a man, but pussy. She won't tell him shit
And fuck a city. We them trap boys from the country sticks
And all I know is doubling up and pushing out bricks
Look. I need them rich figures
Whilst I'm eating big dinners
I hear they copping waps but they ain't bussing no spinners
And your type around you. We call them "fake hitters"
And my type around me. We call them "big winners"
They say they're trappy. Have they ever seen 100K?
No way
Clout is crazy. Bitches thinking that they're Molly Mae
These women take me out for food, nigga. I don't pay
Gun police at my door. Should've seen my mother's face
In and out of court since the age of eleven
We keep the trap open all day like a Seven Eleven
That AP look real nice, but you ain't copped any weapons
I'm a tutor in the game. I can teach you some lessons
Amiri on the stitching
I look fly any weather
Always covered in diamonds 'cause I been through the pressure
She always kept it 100 since the day that I met her
Got this model ting. Me don't mix business with pleasure
One thing's for sure
Two things for certain
If my line stops ringing then I'm out lurking
Nosey neighbors near my spot
I gotta close the curtains
Leave my youngen in the bando
Have him sofa-surfing
Sofa-surfing
I'll have him sofa-surfing
It was dingers on the strip
Now come check the German
These guys see the diamonds and they're twerking, twerking
He was known 'til the mandem made him missing person
Two things for certain
Nosey neighbors near my spot
I close the curtains
One thing's for sure
Two things for certain
If my line stops ringing then I'm out lurking
Nosey neighbors near my spot
I gotta close the curtains
Leave my youngen in the bando
Have him sofa-surfing
Sofa-surfing
I'll have him sofa-surfing
It was dingers on the strip
Now come check the German
These guys see the diamonds and they're twerking, twerking
He was known 'til the mandem made him missing person
I see niggas double my ages cycling 'round in the rain
I was young. They used to cuss me. Now, I come in the Range
It's strange
But real funny how these times have changed
I know more than what they think and watch 'em lie to my face
S done it bait on the mains
There's no bussing that case
I told Q get this money, but he's stuck in his ways
T came home and went back 'cause he ain't saying names
Life's a gamble where I'm from
I don't think you'll relate
Wagu steak up in tower bridge
I'm treating my bae
No side girl, bro. I barely got time for my main
You was under the shelter, my dog
I'm out in the rain
It's a different type of struggle, when your hunger's a pain
One thing's for sure
Two things for certain
If my line stops ringing then I'm out lurking
Nosey neighbors near my spot
I gotta close the curtains
Leave my youngen in the bando
Have him sofa-surfing
Sofa-surfing
I'll have him sofa-surfing
It was dingers on the strip
Now come check the German
These guys see the diamonds and they're twerking, twerking
He was known 'til the mandem made him missing person
The packs coming TT. The shots always want more
I'm flying up the country with my bruddas selling out tours
I tell her throw it back that's an encore
She loves that I'm bilingual
She gets wet of "bonjour"
It's Audemaurs and all these foreign whips
I know she's got a man, but pussy. She won't tell him shit
And fuck a city. We them trap boys from the country sticks
And all I know is doubling up and pushing out bricks
Look. I need them rich figures
Whilst I'm eating big dinners
I hear they copping waps but they ain't bussing no spinners
And your type around you. We call them "fake hitters"
And my type around me. We call them "big winners"
They say they're trappy. Have they ever seen 100K?
No way
Clout is crazy. Bitches thinking that they're Molly Mae
These women take me out for food, nigga. I don't pay
Gun police at my door. Should've seen my mother's face
In and out of court since the age of eleven
We keep the trap open all day like a Seven Eleven
That AP look real nice, but you ain't copped any weapons
I'm a tutor in the game. I can teach you some lessons
Amiri on the stitching
I look fly any weather
Always covered in diamonds 'cause I been through the pressure
She always kept it 100 since the day that I met her
Got this model ting. Me don't mix business with pleasure
One thing's for sure
Two things for certain
If my line stops ringing then I'm out lurking
Nosey neighbors near my spot
I gotta close the curtains
Leave my youngen in the bando
Have him sofa-surfing
Sofa-surfing
I'll have him sofa-surfing
It was dingers on the strip
Now come check the German
These guys see the diamonds and they're twerking, twerking
He was known 'til the mandem made him missing person
