Surreal 400

[Verse 1: Hellboy]
Ay, yuh
I keep a strap 'cause these niggas wan’ fight
If you see me I'm poppin' shit off like a mic
I pull up to your spot and I’m takin' your wife
Imma swipe up your bitch like a deed for the night
I pull up, and go be his father
400 shit I put dick in your daughter
Keep talkin' down boy you know I'm your father
I tap on your hoe send her back in the morning
Boy you a savage? Can't rap on a verse
Pull up to your block you get [?] like a nurse
Stop talkin' tall 'fore your feelings get hurt
Since you act like a bitch imma buy you a purse
My words sauced, stop [?] yo' best
And I got this literate, throwin’ that neck
We gon’ shoot through that bubble gum plow through that vest
Imma dick on yo' hoe then move on to the next
And yo’ bitch playin' my song
Keep talkin' that shit you get smoked like a bong
I'm applying that heat I don’t care if I'm wrong
Imma tether yo' bitch speed it up like he gone
No, bitch, this is a diss track
I'm takin' shots pussy boy you can't diss back
Runnin' yo' mouth I don't like all that chit chat
I swipe yo hoe you ain't getting yo' bitch back aye
You can be my bubble gum
When I pull up, no talkin'? The cat got ya tongue
Make a hoe watch ya wifey and fill it with cum
You be kissin' that bitch with my dick on her tongue
Take shots Imma send 'em right back
Imma deliver the smoke 'cause you dissed on the @
Keep talkin' that shit you gon' fold like a mat
Yo' girl eating my dick Imma blow out her back, woah

[Verse 2: 15]
Up in the trap shoot them niggas like harpoons
Up in yo block pinch you up like a cartoon
I did a drive Imma flow off the marsoon
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I did a drop with this kick like it's Tekken
Better not talk if you ain't got no weapons
Lookin' at me, boy you better keep steppin'
Watch out like nigga I eat this for breakfast
Six bands, six bands, six bands stickin' out my pocket lookin' just like a wrist band, uh
Six bands, six bands, six bands spent a thousand dollars on a motherfuckin' fit man, uh
Talk down on the gang we gon' throw a fuckin' fit might have to hit a lick on ya clique man, got a fuckin' stick with a dick and my [?] got an itch, leave 'em wet, I ain't talkin' bout a kiss man uh
I'm a motherfucking innovator you can never say I never innovated everything you writed bitch I been created
I ain't even mean to say it but I'll beat a nigga ass bitch, you'll have to get him rehabilitated
Talkin' bout he from the Zone 6, I can probably make a nigga fuck a [?] zone dick for a dollar 'cause he homeless, chromeless, I ride with the chromes, see my rims with the chromes and these bitch niggas foldin'
I can probably kill him with emotions, you know that one song? I made that rock song, I made his rock song, his grave a half a parade
Why he keep talkin'? His debts not even paid
This not even my beat, but I eat it like some skittles
Oh his ice, it been freezin' lookin' like a popsicle
Better watch where you steppin' lil' nigga I ain't little
Better hop off of my dick, play ya bicth with a fittle uh huh