I was in lunch
School
Dude walk up to me
Said I heard you got booked
Got locked up
A couple weeks ago
Got out though
He ask if I was straight
Ion really know him but
He ask if I'm straight you feel me
No one really do that
I appreciate you
Tryna get your heart that bitch harder then just saying
Money, drugs, cars, and clothes
All these bitches chasing fame
I see my brother lose his mind
Lost his brain
He damn switched on me
Had to do him wrong
All these bitches basic
They always got a tone
I been thinking critical
Always on my lone
But when I'm on my own
I always seem that I am gone
Riding four deep with my woahdy
You never should've messed with her
Shorty ain't your shorty
She said what if I was better
You ain't
Ain't gon' worry
Outside shooting shots
My body need surgery
Nowadays I just want shorty get gone
It's not living bad
I pray to Lord I make it home
I pray you make it out of this shit
The place is not even your home
Brody could've been dead
Could've been all the headstones
Told her I don't need her
Yeah, she believe me
Had to deal with people
Disappear like baby, bye
I don't even know
If anybody on my side
Shorty need some prays
I keep it on my mind
Never mind all this sad shit
Let me get off topic
Let me get to bragging
Money, I'm an addict
Gonna shoot you, run you down
Shorty in that fashion
Call it drip or drown
What you think I'm cappin'
Static blow you round
Stack it till my legs hurt
Rather turn up the town
Rapping to my voice dead
Rapping till I'm dead and bound
Thought you never hurt me
Thought you never made me frown
Tryna get your heart that bitch harder then just saying
Money, drugs, cars, and clothes
All these bitches chasing fame
I see my brother lose his mind
Lost his brain
He damn switched on me
Had to do him wrong
All these bitches basic
They always got a tone
I been thinking critical
Always on my lone
But when I'm on my own
I always seem that I am gone
Riding four deep with my woahdy
You never should've messed with her
Shorty ain't your shorty
She said what if I was better
You ain't
Ain't gon' worry
Outside shooting shots
My body need surgery
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Sunnyboy Avid - Surgery Lyrics
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I was in lunch
School
Dude walk up to me
Said I heard you got booked
Got locked up
A couple weeks ago
Got out though
He ask if I was straight
Ion really know him but
He ask if I'm straight you feel me
No one really do that
I appreciate you
Tryna get your heart that bitch harder then just saying
Money, drugs, cars, and clothes
All these bitches chasing fame
I see my brother lose his mind
Lost his brain
He damn switched on me
Had to do him wrong
All these bitches basic
They always got a tone
I been thinking critical
Always on my lone
But when I'm on my own
I always seem that I am gone
Riding four deep with my woahdy
You never should've messed with her
Shorty ain't your shorty
She said what if I was better
You ain't
Ain't gon' worry
Outside shooting shots
My body need surgery
Nowadays I just want shorty get gone
It's not living bad
I pray to Lord I make it home
I pray you make it out of this shit
The place is not even your home
Brody could've been dead
Could've been all the headstones
Told her I don't need her
Yeah, she believe me
Had to deal with people
Disappear like baby, bye
I don't even know
If anybody on my side
Shorty need some prays
I keep it on my mind
Never mind all this sad shit
Let me get off topic
Let me get to bragging
Money, I'm an addict
Gonna shoot you, run you down
Shorty in that fashion
Call it drip or drown
What you think I'm cappin'
Static blow you round
Stack it till my legs hurt
Rather turn up the town
Rapping to my voice dead
Rapping till I'm dead and bound
Thought you never hurt me
Thought you never made me frown
Tryna get your heart that bitch harder then just saying
Money, drugs, cars, and clothes
All these bitches chasing fame
I see my brother lose his mind
Lost his brain
He damn switched on me
Had to do him wrong
All these bitches basic
They always got a tone
I been thinking critical
Always on my lone
But when I'm on my own
I always seem that I am gone
Riding four deep with my woahdy
You never should've messed with her
Shorty ain't your shorty
She said what if I was better
You ain't
Ain't gon' worry
Outside shooting shots
My body need surgery
School
Dude walk up to me
Said I heard you got booked
Got locked up
A couple weeks ago
Got out though
He ask if I was straight
Ion really know him but
He ask if I'm straight you feel me
No one really do that
I appreciate you
Tryna get your heart that bitch harder then just saying
Money, drugs, cars, and clothes
All these bitches chasing fame
I see my brother lose his mind
Lost his brain
He damn switched on me
Had to do him wrong
All these bitches basic
They always got a tone
I been thinking critical
Always on my lone
But when I'm on my own
I always seem that I am gone
Riding four deep with my woahdy
You never should've messed with her
Shorty ain't your shorty
She said what if I was better
You ain't
Ain't gon' worry
Outside shooting shots
My body need surgery
Nowadays I just want shorty get gone
It's not living bad
I pray to Lord I make it home
I pray you make it out of this shit
The place is not even your home
Brody could've been dead
Could've been all the headstones
Told her I don't need her
Yeah, she believe me
Had to deal with people
Disappear like baby, bye
I don't even know
If anybody on my side
Shorty need some prays
I keep it on my mind
Never mind all this sad shit
Let me get off topic
Let me get to bragging
Money, I'm an addict
Gonna shoot you, run you down
Shorty in that fashion
Call it drip or drown
What you think I'm cappin'
Static blow you round
Stack it till my legs hurt
Rather turn up the town
Rapping to my voice dead
Rapping till I'm dead and bound
Thought you never hurt me
Thought you never made me frown
Tryna get your heart that bitch harder then just saying
Money, drugs, cars, and clothes
All these bitches chasing fame
I see my brother lose his mind
Lost his brain
He damn switched on me
Had to do him wrong
All these bitches basic
They always got a tone
I been thinking critical
Always on my lone
But when I'm on my own
I always seem that I am gone
Riding four deep with my woahdy
You never should've messed with her
Shorty ain't your shorty
She said what if I was better
You ain't
Ain't gon' worry
Outside shooting shots
My body need surgery
Writer: Avid Toms, Jay Carter
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