Clyde Carson
Crowd Surf
[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
We surfin' through the crowd (DJ Kid on the track)
Tryna pull somethin' out
Talkin' sh*t, pullin' figures out (DJ Kid, this a hit for sure)
They tryna stop me, but I reroute
Seen the light, now I got the glow
The game in my hand, I wouldn't choke
Always said I wanted more (Yeah, ayy)

[Verse 1: Clyde Carson]
This look like something on my list
Twenty-two floors, but I'm up at the pent'
Twenty on the watch, but that's lil' sh*t
Maybe she could possibly get the hint now
Put it down
Might just have you through the town
Might just have you on a flight
Treasure chest, pullin' out
Couple of pieces, telekinesis
We on the same page, got the same aim
Where the bad b*t*hes? Where the get-money hoes runnin' around with some change?
2020, it's a new year, she ready for more
They pullin' them bands out, got my hands out 'cause somebody owe
Pull up in the S, your n***a the best, she had to confess
Tryna progress, best revenge is success

[Chorus: Clyde Carson & Philthy Rich]
We surfin' through the crowd
Tryna pull somethin' out
Talkin' sh*t, pullin' figures out
They tryna stop me, but I reroute
Seen the light, now I got the glow
The game in my hand, I wouldn't choke
Always said I wanted more (Ayy, it's Philthy, n***a, uh-huh, look)

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Which car should I drive today, that Lambo or that Bentley truck? (Foreign)
That's five hundred thou' large, tell that broke n***a get his pennies up (Broke n***a)
These n***as ain't good in they hood, so I just stay in mine (Seminary)
These Jordans exclusive, ain't came out, better stay in line (It's Philthy)
Ain't no n***as outshining me but Wop and Floyd (Uh-uh)
N***as better go back to his day job and mob them floors (He better)
VVS's in my mouth, yeah, I flooded out my gold tooth (Bustdown)
Each of 'em got a different color, that's white, yellow, and rose too (It's Philthy)
I know a n***a who robbed a n***a and he got robbed like the next day (Is that right?)
Them P's sittin' in first cla**, they'll arrive to you like the next day (KillZone)
In '08, on gang wars, n***a play with me, it'll be a gang war (I swear to God)
Ain't sh*t changed but these big faces, I'm the same rich and the same poor, it's Philthy

[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
We surfin' through the crowd
Tryna pull somethin' out
Talkin' sh*t, pullin' figures out
They tryna stop me, but I reroute
Seen the light, now I got the glow
The game in my hand, I wouldn't choke
Always said I wanted more