Woah, woah (It's Surreal Gang)
(It's Surreal Gang, lil' bitch, haha)
(Eddie Gianni)
Richard Mille, boy, you out of that time
Feel like Tony Hawk, I'm on my grind
They say I'm a god, they got a shrine
I be sippin' lean, girl, this not wine
He cap on the 'Gram and he said he gon' slide
Obeyin' my rules, boy, you better abide
I just took a Perc', if I run, I could fly
I just took a Xan', if I run, I could glide
If he talking down, he get the (Buh buh)
Feel like I'm Rambo, like, what-what?
I'm a young king, I feel like I'm Tut Tut
I got the lean, put it in my truck-truck
You're all sons
You could call me Forrest Gump
In the Wraith, tell lil' buddy, "Floor it
Bruh"
I just spilled the Act' on the floor, bruh
Round two, I see it's the score now
Finna be on MTV (yeah)
Nigga, I don't even do no shows (yeah, woah)
I just count up and fuck hoes (Woah)
Really livin' life off Repost (Woah)
That's a broke lil' nigga over there (Ha)
Nah, I don't really fuck with those (No)
Finna shoot a video, Like Ye!
Lemme go and hit up Melrose let's ride
Nigga want smoke? Tell him we outside
Turn his block to a playground, we gon' slide
Kicking shit out in public, nigga
We don't hide
Got them sticks out and we on live
Nigga try his luck, we gon' kill him on live
(yeah) call up lil' Rino, let's go to VLive
(yeah yeah)
Seen the clout, now she wanna be mine
Kick the bitch out, she outta her mind
Tramadols got me outta my mind
(Outta my mind)
Perkies got me outta my mind (Outta my mind)
Good drank got me outta my mind
(Outta my mind)
It's a whole lotta shit I gotta
Get off of my mind (Off of my mind)
Talkin' that money? Then hit my line
(Hit my line)
Finna hit a jugg? Then hit my line
(Hit my line)
I've been way ahead of my time (Of my time)
It was hard to stay up when I was down
(I was down) all this money got me thinkin'
"Who really gonna be with me when I go down?"
I done came a long way
I don't really give a fuck what
They say when I'm not around
Used to be a average nigga
Now hella bitches wanna fuck me
When I'm in town (yeah)
It was so many people used
To talk down on me
Now they really tryna steal my sound (yeah)
Ha, real good denim, Watanabe (yeah, yeah)
I'm the nigga that they wanna be
I walk in Met Gala, they follow me (Woah)
Walk up at Saks, they say, "Hi" to me (Woah)
Bend them Balencis
You know that ain't shit to me (Woah)
Leave a nigga in the history
(Take a nigga right out of his misery, yeah)
(It's Surreal Gang, lil' bitch, woah, woah)
I'm gone off the drugs, they killin' me
Bitch say she in love, is you kidding me?
45 gon' take him outta his misery, yeah
Pop me a Perc' and hit a note like Whitney
RIP auntie Pam, I know she with me
Sippin' the lean, my cup too filthy, yeah
Chanel no 9, Chanel no 5
I just dripped my bitch in designer
When we hit another jugg, I'ma
Buy that ho some tit's
Make that lil' bitch a lil' finer
Sippin' on lean, make me lean back like I'm
In a motherfuckin' recliner
Hop on the mic, hop in the stu'
'cause that's what the fuck I desire
Light up a 'Wood, pop me a Perc'
Just tryna get a lil' higher (yeah)
(Just tryna get a lil' higher)
(Light up a 'Wood, pop me a Perc'
Just tryna get a lil' higher)
('Cause that's what the fuck I desire)
