[Intro: Izaya Tiji]
(Thrillboy)
Yeah, haha
(It's Surreal Gang, lil' bitch, ha)

[Verse 1: Izaya Tiji]
Scorin' through archives right now (Scored it)
Don't wanna fuck, talm 'bout? (Okay)
He'll talk stupid then jam up (Aha)
Lights, camera, glamour (Aha)
Them hollows cut up a damn rock (Aha)
And my lil’ n***as looking like Matt Ox (Aha)
You can suck my dick or just shut up (Aha)
Don't make the G2 jump up (Aha)
Yo hoe on my ballsack, get up (Yah)
I be gettin' this money a lil' faster (Faster)
We give you some of that cancer (Cancer)
More money than a banker (Than a banker)
Reese's fill out the cases (Cases)
I think my Glock a lil’ racist (Racist)
Fry a lil' n***a like bacon (Aha)
Don't fuck with no homosapien (Aha)
Money keep fallin', gotta rake it (Aha)
For a lil’ money, she gon' shake it (Okay)
For a lil’ hundo, she gon' suck it (Okay)
Get yo racks up lil’ dummy (Okay)
Yeah, booty so soft like gummy (Okay)
Yeah, walk in Benihana, get chubby (Okay)
Yeah, red beam on him, let's get funny (Get funny)
No, I can't be your buddy
[Verse 2: Kankan]
Hop in that trackhawk, we racing (It's Surreal Gang, lil' bitch)
All white diamonds like a racist
I'm on that perc, got my heart racing
You ain't got guap, boy, yeah, just face it
You ain't got cash, lil' n***a, then shut up
G2, this lil' Glock just wet up
Say you got racks, lil’ n***a, then band up
Got a Moncler coat, oh bet huh?
Hoe, I got twin XD's up in there
Run up that guap, boy, all that cheddar, yeah
Chrome, designer, flexin'
They gon' say I'm a lil’ flashy, (Huh)
Run it up, n***a, better
Kan make em' fly like a lil’ feather
Ha, yeah, XD shoot up yo spot
I'm off that oxy, my heart might stop
Caught that boy lackin', yeah, at that lil’ stop
Run off on me n***a, yeah, don't try it
Perc got me high like a god damn pilot
Ha, jugged his lil’ loot, yeah, like a lil’ pirate
We smokin' pollution, yeah, we gettin' fried
N***a tried to be us, yeah, he tried
Tried to be a young n***a, yeah, he tried
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha
[Outro]
(It's Surreal Gang, lil' bitch, ha)