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letra de calicoe vs tsu surf - urltv

[round 1: tsu surf]
my nana said you can catch a body and still go to heaven, just can’t get a halo
i still smell blood and hash browns but we silence the potato
ask the opps whatever, they’ll never say i play tho
i think this detroit n-gga b-tch, jhene aiko
drive by where? we hop out, gun in hand
gangstas don’t dance, i made plenty do the running man
drum a band
boy i turn blocks into summer jam
paul bearer walking with the undertaker, summerslam
blood hound, i can sniff a shirt and go hunt a man
last k!ll, my dawg really did it – son of sam
don’t make me america’s most wanted man
understand?
rifle that you gotta hold underhand
except this first pick from detroit won’t bе cade cunningham
classic or slow night?
cause glasses was so light
wе ride around, hoodie – draw string with the bow tight
hold it like a cop, green beam with the ghost light
boy i get the heat in cal zone if the dough right
it’s war tonight
i came in my walk on water nikes
they deliver bodies kinda crazy, i can order life
you no captain, lieutenant – we kinda question whatcha warrin’ like
well we brought more small soldiers than the gorgonites
it’s energy, i can tell in his eyes he won’t let it off or set it off
besides bmf ties, honestly you h-lla soft
coochie, cotton, kitty litter – i can smell em yall
weird posture and his brows twitching – says it all
lottery on his head, the hood’ll have a megaball
i’ll sit up and p-ss ‘fore i ever go and tell it all
he won’t squat on a soul, i’m telling y’all
we pushed up on real n-ggas, even dipped when we had t- man i can tell cal aesthetics off
how many n-ggas beef with n-ggas from detroit, then go to detroit? not plenty
that should stppped a few thousand dollars, boy it ain’t stop any
if i was from where you was from and suge woulda- i woulda shot jimmy
trick said no shotguns in detroit, cool – i took a glock 20
it open flesh and chip bones
the temperature was brimstone
sawed off chopper a foot, he’ll/heel stop a whip like a flintstone
son is a nerd
this who y’all got running ya herd?
they cost 30, we gon charge y’all a hunnid a bird
the fiends dancing in the rain, cause they wanna get served
milk em for everything he got if cal/cow utter/udder a word
i’m cold hearted, when i take a n-gga life when i feel the warmest
time’ll tell who’ll tell, rule one we k!ll informants
gun a taurus, whip a taurus
nina with me, b-tch is gorgeous
standard hold a 16, extendo? with the chorus
bully who? i’m usually the one who’ll stick up for us
grant his wish, my shooter got goggles like the n-gga horace
dump stuff
swing them sh-ts like nunchucks, n-gga norris
body shot, then the body lock from the rigamortus
i hear that kid home alone
i pop up holding chrome
next time cal’a see ‘em/coliseum, be with an open dome
or hold em for ransom, but that’a be my call
fat burner to his head, a hunnid thousand cal or he’s/calories knocked off
since kindergarten it was glued to my hands – elmer’s
in school i was a legend with the sword – zelda
what do you be wearing? puh, tacky/pataki – helga
john john still crawling for his glasses like velma

[round 1: calicoe]
i ain’t have to battle you again, i’m only coming for the pape
i came all the way to jersey and f-cked you up in front of your mama, now you want me to beat your ass in front of drake?
ain’t no debate
just like the last d-cksucker, he took the bait
i heard the real shooters ran you out your hometown, what they put too much food on your plate?
what tip you on, shooting to atl – you tryna skate?
hold on hold on
what tip y’all on, with nunu nellz – is this a date?
hold on hold on hold on
what tip y’all on, he keep getting outta jail with all of these pistols on his case
hold on hold on
what tip you on coming in here with this tiny resume?
cause i watch n-ggas f-ck you up, constantly – and you allow em to
but you gotta commend me for being smart, cause i notice your bars being built through the n-ggas around your crew
you was stuck between a roc and a eazy place, so you just put them n-ggas down with you
now y’all walk around with your chest/chess out but he a coward too!
you stay with the young, relevant, naive n-ggas who happy they finally cracking a hunnid thousand views
play the boss role and make it look like the url hounding you
but the legends of this sh-t, we know – you not powerful
ladies y’all ever seen an ain’t sh-t ass apologizing ass n-gga? well that’s me – and i’m sorry tsu
i’m here to f-ck your life up again but give you your flowers too
for the people that don’t know tsunami surf, i’m here to give y’all some insight today
he usually mixing sports and business, but now that this fourth in/and inches he gon come out and spike the play
i question yo drive, is this even yo lane?
it’s like you don’t move til smack give you the right away
then you write away
this n-gga a b-tch i’ll wipe his face
don’t even craft your bars aggressive, you better figure out how to diss me in a nicer way
cause the clip hanging out like a night with gang
hollow tips, stuffed in his sh-t – sit em down like the flight delayed
first he was tsunami surf, now he the tidal wave?
til something cold heat em up now he the microwave
chop so old it got rust, but shoot like michael j
just got four bows off my trust, that’s why i like la
so you let a b-tch retire you, n-ggas slide in fired – so it was two times a 40 made him feel some type of way
on god, i will bow his head, tonight we pray
tell caffeine, this is not for the app – we on site/sight today
f-ck a hurricane ida, he gon be the next wave to make the news
cause i don’t like the way you move
never was my man’s but i play it cool
battle rap bad guy, i create the rules
i’m sick of smack giving me replacement goons
now he got the snitch ahdi writing for him, i’m like this can’t be true
i told mook i got this one, i ain’t even have to pray to boon
he flew back to jersey to rehe-rs- out the way with boom
a snitch write your raps he must write your statements too
he in here talking sh-t that’s not gon matter
these n-ggas all bark no bite, they saw me fight – it was all box, no tatter
my n-ggas really step on sh-t, i mean stomp on rather
where tay roc go? f-ck around and get your capo splattered
the first two shots gon expose that he not no savage
you won’t even get to hear the 3rd, like when we watch yo battles! p-ssy!
he be like, he be like – jersey!
[round 2: tsu surf]
a ghostwriting snitch? man that n-gga can’t even be in new jersey
ahdi boom? ahdi who? ahdi can’t even be in new jersey
a ghostwriting snitch? that’s what these punks wanna scream?
we d-mn near take ahdi out in jersey tryna cut em from the team
another pack flip, another story how he move them drugs
how his daddy was bmf, tryna prove he plug
he got packs, he got straps and he move with thugs
rob and strip all these n-ggas – skinny dipping again, just a pool of blood
they say the mortuary table get colder than chicago
clearly i’m bulletproof, he’a go ‘fore i go
he a b-tch, you just gotta worry ‘bout his pop tho
beam light a spot on blackface, vitiligo
we couldn’t eat and pay connects, so we take it
suckers drive by, we l!ck a shot then we chase it
death is what’s served for you, life is what you make it
mine? ducking slowmo from agents
the plug still in the back of my mind like the matrix
do you believe in the unbelievable?
sawed off, let something short bust/bus – remedial
when the spring break, some’ll/summer fall – sh-t seasonal
it’s beef with you, i’m leaving you
they can’t even grieve for you
we be running back for cal boys/cowboys like ezekiel
devil’s child, i get my shape up and get my h-rns shaved
you don’t just wake up gangsta, we be born brave
first it’s surgery, recovery, rehab then the sore phase
new scope, i’ll pick you apart through the crosshairs like cornbraids
wanna know if a n-gga gangsta , we just touch ‘em by his heart
te’a cooper, pretty b-tch get to pointing and it spark
what i do to my opponents, i be cutting mine apart
murky waters, cal a bass is/calabasas nothing like a shark
some sh-t i got up in my past you couldn’t get it with a shovel
we got street n-ggas and street n-ggas, we know it’s levels
all these bodies keep dropping i be seeing the devil
tsa machine at the plug house, hands in the air and put your feet on the yellow
they gotta pray before i prey, that’s just regular
i run with predators
two clips flip, pro editor
been had classics over the net, federa
squeeze in crowd, i hit a heckler with a heckler
everybody stepping til a stepper come and step to ya
shots fly, imma miss everybody except for ya
trapping off that apple jack phone’ll be the death of ya
no serial, 16 scratching arms -that’s a bad case of eczema
the pound or smith’n?
if it’s money on his head then i’m down to get ‘em
first the ambulance then the coroners surround the victim
never cared for cartoons, they just had my attention talking cal/cow and chicken
it’s a difference between metaphors an- square please
y’all let these million view b-tches get mad and go to rare breed
[round 2: calicoe]
i be in deep thought about the sh-t that i write in my verses
n-ggas hate the truth, that’s why i’m not a likable person
but i try my best to maintain friendships while the game switching
these n-ggas be talking to me like we ain’t come from the same entrance
i be confused about it
no really i be amused about it
but i ain’t gon blow no fuse about it
the ten toes in my shoes is solid
i’m in a warzone, a marathon with ankle weights on like “f-ck if they ain’t give me the proper timing”
i can’t turn down these thousands
i was the n-gga with oxycontin at the college
i was the n-gga that ran up 300 liquid but kept it solid
he done ???? a lot 300 thousand but they don’t ran back the mileage
i see the flaws on em
this ain’t the first time i put the paws on em
this plate won’t be a mistake, i put my dog on it/doggone it
this plate won’t be a mistake, see doggone it
i ain’t had to put the call on em, i just gotta put the call for em
you want me to put it in subtitles or something?
drake sent so much money i said “what you want me to put it on guntitles or something?”
i’ll take a fraction of this sh-t
they’ll come wack em in his crib
y’all be rapping what i live
this sh-t be passion from my rib
check the stats, i’m gon match with any actor you can give
with my same team in this b-tch
yea i lead the league in assists
my n-ggas be, wiping they eyes to make sure they ain’t dreaming and sh-t
cause we come from a place where a l!ck like this don’t even exist
we saw n-ggas top fives, we wasn’t convinced
i be putting my life in this sh-t
these n-ggas can’t really spit
but they performances lit
he talking about cade cunningham, bmf – all that horrible sh-t
surf we tired of the wave flow/wave flow and current events
surf we tired of the maze that you put these people in
i didn’t need a sequel to know you wasn’t equal to my pen
i was gon use the lethal but the heart beat sensor in my hand
and i done already c4’d the door he was creeping in
boom! unexpected
but most importantly undetected
la i’m tapped in
who gon tell me i ain’t get my strap in?
this a robbery, who told surf he was getting a backend?
yea he that soft
but off the first take, he gon get his wig pushed back yall
like stephen a smith as long as i get the macs/max off
i will open hand slap dawg, but if he start and we get to bussin’
boom boom boom, the neighbors like “what the fu-“ pardon the interruption
b-tch i’m undisputed
why would god care bout what the devil doing?
i knew surf since he was a kid, but i’ll k!ll em like i never knew em
send n-ggas to blitz yo sh-t
you can’t block these sh-t, you talking bout some flintstone sh-t?
our last battle you tasted defeat and i hit yo b-tch
i came to his neighborhood/naybahood and 30’d em, now i’m 30’ing him again that’s why he 6-0 crip?
how did he ever feel he could win?
this a body and when you get to heaven, boon gon k!ll you again

[round 3: tsu surf]
whatchu know about features, shows, bookings, working on ya tape cause you gotta get ya sh-t out
but still the homies need choppas, the opps got a hit out
they hit my wrist, my ribs, my leg – but me getting shot is some sh-t you tryna spit bout
didn’t one of your parents get shot? ain’t it some bullets that still can’t get out?
the way you run yo mouth about yo daddy, red flag – that’s just one of plenty things
talk too f-cking much, i wouldn’t let cal assist/callouses a hand in anything
if smack white tell me black, i go mulatto
new straps, scratch off the nickel – feel like the lotto
it fly tho
this gelato from colorado
no co-d’s, he went suitcase -he desperado
my motto?
hard sh-lls ground beef, we make tacos
or nachos
use the stick to paint with, picasso
i gotta let it sing, it’s gonna get demi lovato
bald heads, uplift some sh-t – i feel like wallo
how ya daddy apart of bmf and he ain’t have a character on bmf? when is them lies gon last?
if he was really a part of bmf, put in work for meech and broke bones – he’d’a got signed on the cast
how ya daddy apart of bmf, and he ain’t have a character on bm- man we crack heads
daddy don’t die he better lay down and act dead
play tough, face shot- run and hit back head
you can’t dodge a drive by off a flatbed
two hands squeeze in his face, i pop black head/blackhead
we can’t get him, get his family i will hurt cal world
shotgun, hit his b-tch from the back – i reverse cal girl/cowgirl
in his crib with his thot and a safe, gimme the code or i’m ending ya
either she laugh, scream, or f-cking smirk/smurk, but she better be india
domination
boy she mayweather with the combination
bag her head, poke her mouth out like dominatrix
you ain’t no trapper you just trap a lil bit, we checked the profile
cruelty to animals, intent to distribute – basically no foul
a couple months and done, you never did no trial
you get your cheap packs from southern california, so cal/socal?
ay blackface, i heard you really get the packs for the cheap
y’all trap, we trap, lets get some packs we could eat
just leave this p-ssy home, cause this n-gga sweet
gimme a date and site/dating site, and i’ll have me and black people meet/blackpeoplemeet
they call me a lot of sh-t, one thing not a liar
we seen you rebound off roc, is cal amare/calamari stoude-
you top tier but you appetizer
behind em like a cop, point 9/.9 and blew out his mouth like a breathalyzer
this machine will sit you in h-ll, it’s a ???
my last b-tch was a virgin ‘fore i left beside her
but the hood got hot, i gave her to a reckless slider
she came back with a body, i ain’t recognize her
what roc did to you, we call that very sloppy
we saw tay/sautee cook cal/cow, we coulda called that teriyaki
my shooter pull up on a kawasaki, pop the 30
-motorcycle noises-
he hit cal like calvin, what’s popping kermie?

[round 3: calicoe]
that sh-t was ass p-ssy
you was at my last battle behind geechi gotti d-ck sucking
sh-t i couldn’t help but think he wrote some sh-t for you, but since we crip loving
i wonder if you know i beat ars suge geechi daylyt and you – yea it ain’t no love, b-tch you the fifth cousin
f-ck all that g-ngb-nging sh-t, my lil n-ggas tryna spin something
and i taught em fundamentals, like if you catch em in the rental? aim at the glass for tim duncan
we can’t all win, we learn to take the good from the bad that come with it
this clip a hand me down for lil bro, i’m done with it
this suit used to be fun
free 2strap, he still locked – it’s crazy they talking bout they caught my lil bro with two guns
but y’all know what’s crazier than that? we all was just yelling “free surf”, i’m tryna see why they give em all that time if he ain’t have to do none
drake sent my first half, i went and bought dracs
they trying not to catch covid, i’m trying not to catch a case
was aiming for his heart, the n-gga chess/chest got in the way
how y’all tryna drown a shark? y’all gon learn a lesson here today
you gasping for air, can you even resurface
surf you not slime but you a serpent
get the blood out the carpet, peroxide and detergent
then wash my hands to my elbows with bleach
go to the studio and rap about it, i want two bands a feat
there’s so many ways to die, beefing with surf? not one of em
cause when the smoke clear? all he gon see is his eyelids
y’all gon and cheer for him, he need the gas – b-tch i’m a hybrid
i hope y’all here for em
they won’t hear from em, my shooters silent
these n-ggas bougie like b-tches
y’all don’t seem em putting the views over chicken
that’s a part of the rules i’m not getting?
i know they sent dude again to lose, i’m not slipping
imma buy drake some buffs, we tryna hear views from the mitten
but it’s really the top tier dudes, i don’t see why they choose the styles that they use, i’m not getting
cause they used to be so original, but now they all sound like the new school and i know that i’m not tripping
so you bite, do what you like – i know that i’m not slipping
who right? cause you saying you mike, and i know that i’m not pippen
you tryna tell me i’m crazy? in front of all these people? boy you must be crazy
blew/blue baby in front of everybody, he must be jay z
caught a body on em
this new strap got a body on it
free 2strap, i’m happy they ain’t put the body on em
he think he the sh-t, i can smell the stench through the body odor
he think with his d-ck, imma put triple x body on em
unlike rajon i made my own wave
real street n-gga a top tier feel like a no name
i’m god tier, since the old days
n-gga you so late
i can’t be behind surf, i got road rage
can’t merge here i’m in my own lane
i know what they gave me to k!ll you, i know what you got to die – boy they d-mn near flew you here on a soul plane
you cheap
lbc i brought sand to the beach
got my heart in this music but my hands in the street
if this his crib then we must be on the lease
how i’m not real? last battle i ain’t beat his ass in front of his daddy smack, i took his ass up the street
this sh-t deep, my bars crack – smack gon need narcane
guns and b-tter, no parkay
bum ass n-gga, done wore more white tee’s than parlay
that ain’t even yo ice, after we leave – then our chains
n-gga talk about he a stepper, naybahoo- shut the f-ck up that’s our lane
these b-tches’a rise and fly, like a card game
i’m a real hustler, sitting over here tryna calculate what the bar made
hall of fame, these n-ggas in here playing on arcade
call his main, ask her if she sucked my d-ck the same night after we left the barclay’s
when it’s real, i don’t even care if y’all feel that
so many fake n-ggas spitting, i don’t care why i still rap
after a n-gga battle me i make em feel wack
cause it’s a difference between metaphors and real raps, landslide

- urltv

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