Surreal

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh [Chorus] Yeah, they pay me, pay the killer to kill Man, put the 'za out, got the drugs vacuum-sealed Yeah, I'm mafioso, but got blood on my tee Got the knife on my stick, it pop out like a spirit I'm a thug, but I still pop out like Navy Seal Got that bulletproof vest, but you not man of steel When them bullets go flyin', it get realer than real I done fucked all these thots, man, they told me to chill Man, I'm sellin' out shows, but this shit ain't surreal If you ain't got no cash, then we can't do no deal Man, lil' B his own man, but I ain't teachin' to steal Man, I'm cookin' these niggas, I put opps on the grill Yeah, he was nothin' but thirteen, I took him on a drill And this Baby Life shit, but ain't nothin' 'bout us little You see police, then get out of there, you gotta peel You ain't get it out the mud, man, he got a free whip When I think 'bout lil' KyKy, I pop three pills In the bulletproof car, know they ridin' with a shield And my Kel-Tec, it fold 'em, and that bitch came with tears [Verse] And my trap house is furnished with shit for my kid Man, we did them boys bad, you ain't got no idea Man, that pack comin' in, I don't fuck 'round with features Nigga ran from this shit, fuck 'round, took off his sneakers I'm outer space, but I'm high like I'm Venus This bitch, she a freak, she wanna eat up the penis Man, he said to fuck somethin' 'bout who? He ain't mean it Had to get the fuck up, I'm surrounded by leeches I bought the jacket, the bitch tailor made Snatch off your cap, but I left that a stray Growin' up, bustin' it out, what they say? DJ the gang, but they just rather play I ain't miss my flight, but that bitch got delayed Get on your ass, you talkin' 'bout renegade I'm with them creatures, I'm in Everglade Play my cards right, I end up with the spades Huh, I'm wipin' his nose, he sneeze, no cap Baby Life nigga, but I don't drink Similac Nigga, I pop my collar, walk out, I'm the Drac Freezed up when I saw 'em, everything was an act I got mud in my Fiji, grow up drinkin' tap We gon' pull out them choppers, on God, you's a rat Get that boy out the spot, he don't get nothin' but the back When I'm ridin' 'round town, AR-15 in my lap Heard you goin' out bad, boy, you cuffed up a gnat Man, this fifty-round drum on this Glock, this bitch fat He done ran out of money, he done spent up the max For my nigga, got problems, won't go for no crap I was callin' that ho, but she ain't pick up the jack Nigga, slow the fuck down, nigga, rat in your rap Like a dog in my spot, I'ma piss on your mat [Chorus] Yeah, they pay me, pay the killer to kill Man, put the 'za out, got the drugs vacuum-sealed Yeah, I'm mafioso, but got blood on my tee Got the knife on my stick, it pop out like a spirit I'm a thug, but I still pop out like Navy Seal Got that bulletproof vest, but you not man of steel When them bullets go flyin', it get realer than real I done fucked all these thots, man, they told me to chill Man, I'm sellin' out shows, but this shit ain't surreal If you ain't got no cash, then we can't do no deal Man, lil' B his own man, but I ain't teachin' to steal Man, I'm cookin' these niggas, I put opps on the grill Yeah, he was nothin' but thirteen, I took him on a drill And this Baby Life shit, but ain't nothin' 'bout us little You see police, then get out of there, you gotta peel You ain't get it out the mud, man, he got a free whip When I think 'bout lil' KyKy, I pop three pills In the bulletproof car, know they ridin' with a shield And my Kel-Tec, it fold 'em, and that bitch came with tears [Outro] Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na