From a Distance!

Yeah, whoa, yeah, yeah (It's Surreal Gang) Ed-Gianni Yeah, yeah, blatt, yeah Two TECs on me, yeah, it's on We gon' send that lil' nigga home We gon' leave that lil' nigga injured I'm a dog ass nigga like Clifford Car got twelve cylinders on the engine Speeding off the lot, doing donuts, yeah, I'm spinning Walk up in Neimans and you know that I'm spending, yeah Lil' bro talking shit, leave him missing Red dot, hit his ass from a distance G2, I'ma shoot it like a Piston Look at my diamonds, lil' baby, they gliss I walk in the club and I'm not on the list I don't want that lil' ho 'cause she got a lisp Lil' nigga, you broke, go get that shit fixed These niggas is hoes, they stay on my dick I hop on the road and I go hit a lick Get rich or stay broke, which one would you pick? These niggas be foes so I keep a stick I dump and reload, my shit don't go click She love all my clothes, that shit cost a brick We smoke the whole P, he smoking that nic I'm with my dogs, yeah, I feel like Vick Watch out for the laws, you gotta be quick (Gianni) Ain't no plan B, I can't quit In the bank feeling like the shit You can't stand me, nigga, sit I done glowed up, "Look at Wick" Two TECs on me, yeah, it's on We gon' send that lil' nigga home We gon' leave that lil' nigga injured I'm a dog ass nigga like Clifford Car got twelve cylinders on the engine Speeding off the lot, doing donuts, yeah, I'm spinning Walk up in Neimans and you know that I'm spending, yeah