Parlay by Surf Lyrics
[Intro: Mitch]
A nigga like me man, I love the game, I love the hustle man
I be feeling like one of them ball player niggas, you know?
Like Bird, Magic or somethin'
Yeah, you know a nigga got dough, a nigga can leave the league
But if I leave, the fans still gon' love me?
[Verse]
I put down the Ksubi and picked up some Balmain
Hit after hit, come to the ball game
Wow, that's crazy, feel like I'm Wale
My shooter invisible, slidin' with Parlay
Blowin' on Za', damn, we loud
I skipped a hundred, damn, recount
Ballin' on niggas, damn, rebound
Monеy too old, damn, senile
All of the baddiеs, they fuckin' with me now
Givenchy, my frames, I bet I can see now
I came with a stick, I keep me some heat out
I spoil my bitch, she wanna eat out
I'm never gon' leave, I'ma stay in the A
Yo' bitch calling me, tryna see if I ate
I had me enough, I won't finish my plate
I pop me a Addy and finish my day
He talk to me crazy, I'm setting him straight
I follow her back, she get red in the face
I call up my shooter, he dead in a day
I'm sonning these niggas like Erica Kane
I take me a trip out to Eleanor, Maine
I'm laughin' at niggas like "LMAO"
I'm thumbing through money, it's turning me on
I'm scorin', I'm scorin, I'm scorin', I'm scorin', I'm scorin'
Yeah, you get the message
I keep on going, it's getting impressive
Got tired of Hannah and got me a Heather
I cut off the snakes, I'm livin' way better
I'm not even joking, I feel like the Joker
I die for this shit, I feel like I'm Ledger
Shawty, a bird, I'm plucking her feathers
I want me a check, I'm checking my schedule
Ha (Hey), dumb if you thought it was over
Bitch, they lovin' the kid like I'm Sosa
Niggas ain't tellin' me shit like I'm Rosa
Tatted my body, I look like a poster
Leave me alone, I'm having a moment
Nine millimeter, I'm having it on me
Came with the army, I feel like a soldier
Yeah, I'm paying the price, I deal with my vice, I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti
Yeah, the AR-15 came with a stock, my shoulder be holding it steady
Me and my bitch we cook like Bonnie and Clyde, bitch I ball, Jet Li
I just put some commas in my bank, my account so sexy, yeah
I take a shot to the face, I'ma go lie to her face
He talkin' down on my name, buddy, you dyin' today
All of my diamonds water, 'migos crossin' the border, meetin' in Florida
I'm so done with these hoes, it get boring
I need somebody daughter
I'm so done with Corona, this shit boring, I was supposed to be tourin' (Okay)
I'm so done with the lean, this shit green, we not supposed to be scorin' (Okay)
My new bitch is foreign, she so mean, she don't be giving me warnings (Okay)
I been countin' hundreds, I been collectin', I might just be hoardin' (Yeah)
[Outro: Mitch]
As long as niggas is feeling it, a nigga like me could hustle it
That's my gift in life, A, you know?
A nigga like me man, I love the game, I love the hustle man
I be feeling like one of them ball player niggas, you know?
Like Bird, Magic or somethin'
Yeah, you know a nigga got dough, a nigga can leave the league
But if I leave, the fans still gon' love me?
[Verse]
I put down the Ksubi and picked up some Balmain
Hit after hit, come to the ball game
Wow, that's crazy, feel like I'm Wale
My shooter invisible, slidin' with Parlay
Blowin' on Za', damn, we loud
I skipped a hundred, damn, recount
Ballin' on niggas, damn, rebound
Monеy too old, damn, senile
All of the baddiеs, they fuckin' with me now
Givenchy, my frames, I bet I can see now
I came with a stick, I keep me some heat out
I spoil my bitch, she wanna eat out
I'm never gon' leave, I'ma stay in the A
Yo' bitch calling me, tryna see if I ate
I had me enough, I won't finish my plate
I pop me a Addy and finish my day
He talk to me crazy, I'm setting him straight
I follow her back, she get red in the face
I call up my shooter, he dead in a day
I'm sonning these niggas like Erica Kane
I take me a trip out to Eleanor, Maine
I'm laughin' at niggas like "LMAO"
I'm thumbing through money, it's turning me on
I'm scorin', I'm scorin, I'm scorin', I'm scorin', I'm scorin'
Yeah, you get the message
I keep on going, it's getting impressive
Got tired of Hannah and got me a Heather
I cut off the snakes, I'm livin' way better
I'm not even joking, I feel like the Joker
I die for this shit, I feel like I'm Ledger
Shawty, a bird, I'm plucking her feathers
I want me a check, I'm checking my schedule
Ha (Hey), dumb if you thought it was over
Bitch, they lovin' the kid like I'm Sosa
Niggas ain't tellin' me shit like I'm Rosa
Tatted my body, I look like a poster
Leave me alone, I'm having a moment
Nine millimeter, I'm having it on me
Came with the army, I feel like a soldier
Yeah, I'm paying the price, I deal with my vice, I feel like I'm Tommy Vercetti
Yeah, the AR-15 came with a stock, my shoulder be holding it steady
Me and my bitch we cook like Bonnie and Clyde, bitch I ball, Jet Li
I just put some commas in my bank, my account so sexy, yeah
I take a shot to the face, I'ma go lie to her face
He talkin' down on my name, buddy, you dyin' today
All of my diamonds water, 'migos crossin' the border, meetin' in Florida
I'm so done with these hoes, it get boring
I need somebody daughter
I'm so done with Corona, this shit boring, I was supposed to be tourin' (Okay)
I'm so done with the lean, this shit green, we not supposed to be scorin' (Okay)
My new bitch is foreign, she so mean, she don't be giving me warnings (Okay)
I been countin' hundreds, I been collectin', I might just be hoardin' (Yeah)
[Outro: Mitch]
As long as niggas is feeling it, a nigga like me could hustle it
That's my gift in life, A, you know?