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[Intro]
(Gangsta Brazil, it's Surreal Gang lil' bitch, haha)
Yeah, I'm wit' Alto, you know that
(A-A-Alto on this shit, fuck nigga)
You know that, frrr frrr

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm in the field no cleats, yeah
His bitch all on me, yeah
Came with that street sweep, frrrr
Dy AK the reaper, yeah
Put my hoes up in a beamer, yeah
My bitch bad in Celine
Scrape dope trade hoes, yeah
My bitch from Caicos, yeah
My shooter lay low, yeah
Glock to keep it close
Ya' bitch told me that you broke, yeah
Posted wit' Goon in the O, yeah
I was [?] though
Ain't never come in last bro, yeah
Doubt me bitch but don't even count me out
This bitch was comin' up off my sound
Sneak demon I don't hang around
This rap shit funny, he think I play round
Call lil' Jay he put you in the ground
You know I'm havin' these lil' killers round
Yeah, he'll spazz out and he'll crash out
My bitch got her ass out
Straight headshot we don't do leg shots
Bitch I'm goin' up, I don't [?]
I'm way harder than him, he fasho not, fuckin' wit' me
His shit so fuckin' trash, I ain't even listen for free
Almighty like I'm Sosa, yo' bitch ass ain't even close to me
I'm slidin' on any fuckin' lick
Me and Alto like [?]
That Backwood stuffed wit' Russian cream
Baby drac' from cross the border
[?] chain for the team, makin' plays for the team
[?] call orders
Like go get that boy
He gon' think we forgot, glrrr, gon' switch him up
Yo' bitch hate us, she ain't thick enough
I'm still wit' lil' Ish in that Lex truck
Trustin' that ho got him set up
Bitch, I'm so slimy she love it
Yeah, see him at a light, fuck it, up it
I don't even care if we in public
Try to slide on my ass he in trouble
He trippin', I'm sticked up on a lil' mission
My bitch bad, store fits in Christian
And you don't got [?] you don't listen
It was just me and Ish in the kitchen cookin'
Shoot his dreads off he ain't lookin' like [?]
Me and Thrax we chillin' off the [?]
I'm pressin' that switch and this Glock it go fully
I sip that drank and my stomach like Lucki
He a snake, that's not yo' brother yo' buddy
K need to cool off grippin' my cutter
Grew up from the mud type shit from the gutter
New York baby, where it ain't sunny
Scorin' on drank, I'm droppin' buckets
Fuck is he thinkin'? We drop his mug