[Intro]
It's Surreal Gang Lil Bitch
Woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]
Glock on him for nothin'
Chillin' in the crib you know that hydro bussin'
Bring me Tussin', no, you know I can't touch it
Big fat ass, my bitch lil booty shit bussin'
I get a check yea, I get these checks for nothin'
I blow a check, yea, I blow these checks for nothin'
I'm just pouncing yeah
That Glock, that sing like Usher

[Verse]
.45 tucked, yea it say "some, some, some, some"
Say you want smoke, boy I know you not on nun
Red beam, gun stick to his face lookin like some gum
I pop pills n***a, I know nothin' else
If I get locked up then my bitch gon' pay that bail
If we get pulled over than my bitch put it in her bra
Left the Glock at home, my n***as they right on call
Ion got no aim, n***a might fuck around shoot yo balls
I pop a 325, might throw that in my Wock
You need some XO n***a then come on lets go shop
I was lookin' for a AR-15 but I got a lil Glock
I was lookin' for the Draco but my n***a got that shit on him
Yeah, keep that stick lil boy, might drop them lil bombs on em
If they don't sell me no pods at the store, then I might shoot it up
Off that perc boy, know I'm bustin' boy i'm booted up
Sip that Wock, I ain't sippin no Kool-Aid, cuh
My bitch keep her booty up
My side hoe, come and toot it up
She gon' suck me while I'm zooted up
And my main hoe wanna snort coke off my dick
Dior Daze, make that money flip
N***as know I get that check, then I flip
N***as know I get that check, then I flip