Spirit feat. MB Erti Yung Surge by Razavelli Lyrics
[Intro: Razavelli & MB]
Is there a bug in the room (Buzz)
Is this place tapped (Burr)
Mr. Razavelli (Yeah)
Mister Mister Mister Mister (Yo we gotta get out of here)
Misdemeanor, Misdemeanor (Dip)
[Verse 1: Razavelli]
Misdemeanor didn't mean to hit you with the bimmer (bimmer)
Peanut colada, I'm on another Lada
Lotta games, lotta games I smoke
You lame you no joke, I fuckin' hate yeah (haha)
Gucci two time (Gucci), Gucci Gucci two time (Two times)
Two times two times two times two is sixteen, Mothafuckas, not listenin'
Not listenin' to my disciplines
[Bridge: MB]
Look twice, look twice (yeah)
Roll the dice, roll the dice (yeah)
M Bresko, with the crazy flow
You know how it go (oh)
[Verse 2: MB]
Whippin the Benz
You know I got to get that advance
You know I got to get that wrist and the bands
You know I don't give a fuck what you sayin'
You know I'm going super Saiyan (Saiyan)
You know I'm in whippin' in a foreign
You know that shit is clean
You know I ain't boring
[Verse 3: Erti]
Yeah
Not listenin', not listenin'
Can't trick me, cuz I never fuckin' miss a thing (nope, nope)
Not this again, on my shit again
Yeah we fuckin' goin' to the top, so hot it's blisterin' (woo, woo)
Can't listen, can't hear
Invincible, I can't fear
Can't fuck with me you're not near
My talent it's not fair, you're worst fucking nightmare
Drippin' head to toe, wherever I go they all stare
Sip the drink until I'm folded up like a lawn chair
Piss and spit up on your grass, call it fucking lawn care
List of all the greatest, look it up my name is on there
So much crazy shit, me and the boys we got the cops scared
Rona season, rappin schemin'
Sip the shit until I'm leanin'
Do whatever, lucid dreamin'
Kyrie Irving, traitor or treason
Hate on him, because he's leavin'
Celtics Champs yeah we don't need him
I predict an undefeated season
[Verse 4: Yung Surge]
What's up, I'm the man check that
The man gets paid, gets stacks that facts
The man gets ass, makes raps that's that
Word up, bird up, stir it up, nothing much
When the man speaks, listen up
Stow your words, button-up
Show respect, soak the thoughts
Like a sponge, do your job
Clean the plate, pull yo weight
Is there a bug in the room (Buzz)
Is this place tapped (Burr)
Mr. Razavelli (Yeah)
Mister Mister Mister Mister (Yo we gotta get out of here)
Misdemeanor, Misdemeanor (Dip)
[Verse 1: Razavelli]
Misdemeanor didn't mean to hit you with the bimmer (bimmer)
Peanut colada, I'm on another Lada
Lotta games, lotta games I smoke
You lame you no joke, I fuckin' hate yeah (haha)
Gucci two time (Gucci), Gucci Gucci two time (Two times)
Two times two times two times two is sixteen, Mothafuckas, not listenin'
Not listenin' to my disciplines
[Bridge: MB]
Look twice, look twice (yeah)
Roll the dice, roll the dice (yeah)
M Bresko, with the crazy flow
You know how it go (oh)
[Verse 2: MB]
Whippin the Benz
You know I got to get that advance
You know I got to get that wrist and the bands
You know I don't give a fuck what you sayin'
You know I'm going super Saiyan (Saiyan)
You know I'm in whippin' in a foreign
You know that shit is clean
You know I ain't boring
[Verse 3: Erti]
Yeah
Not listenin', not listenin'
Can't trick me, cuz I never fuckin' miss a thing (nope, nope)
Not this again, on my shit again
Yeah we fuckin' goin' to the top, so hot it's blisterin' (woo, woo)
Can't listen, can't hear
Invincible, I can't fear
Can't fuck with me you're not near
My talent it's not fair, you're worst fucking nightmare
Drippin' head to toe, wherever I go they all stare
Sip the drink until I'm folded up like a lawn chair
Piss and spit up on your grass, call it fucking lawn care
List of all the greatest, look it up my name is on there
So much crazy shit, me and the boys we got the cops scared
Rona season, rappin schemin'
Sip the shit until I'm leanin'
Do whatever, lucid dreamin'
Kyrie Irving, traitor or treason
Hate on him, because he's leavin'
Celtics Champs yeah we don't need him
I predict an undefeated season
[Verse 4: Yung Surge]
What's up, I'm the man check that
The man gets paid, gets stacks that facts
The man gets ass, makes raps that's that
Word up, bird up, stir it up, nothing much
When the man speaks, listen up
Stow your words, button-up
Show respect, soak the thoughts
Like a sponge, do your job
Clean the plate, pull yo weight