Surreal

[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]
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