[Intro]
(It's Surreal Gang lil bitch)

[Chorus]
Might as well give up on bitches, you never enough
I'm in the hills, I'm gettin' too stuck
If your n***as real, then you got some luck, (Slatt)
I give no chill, cause I give no fuck
Tracer round flyin', that n***a gon' duck
Hit a few times, that n***a get slump, (Eddie Gianni)

[Verse]
Dirty mud, killin' my day ones
Dirty drugs, keep fillin' me up
Feds did a sweep and took all the guns
Good Runtz fucking my lungs up
Don't play, n***a get done up
No wait, throwin' his hands up
He runnin' away, pullin' his pants up
Might as well give up on bitches, you never enough
She wanna ride up in a Rolls Royce truck
Boy, if you call my phone, you ain't talkin' money then I'm hangin' up (Yeah)
Don't try nun my n***as get to slangin' some
Don't cry no ain't this what you asked for?
Dead n***as, all up in my damn lungs
I feel like fed n***as, lookin' at my Instagram bruh
Yea we some fast n***as, movin' in that damn track bruh
I will not dap ya, if I don't know why I should trust ya, (No)
Pass up, cause if he run up then he get done up, (Look)
[Interlude]
Might as well give up on bitches, you never enough
Might as well give up on bitches, you never enough (Uh)
Might as well give up on bitches, you never enough (Bitch)
Might as well give up on bitches, you never enough (Uh)
We gettin' to slidin', you actin' too tough
We gettin' to slidin', you actin' too tough
We gettin' to slidin', you actin' too tough
We gettin' to slidin', you actin' too tough
You in her DM's, and I'm in her guts
You in her DM's, and I'm in her guts (Ha, ha)
You in her DM's, and I'm in her guts (Ha, ha, ha)
You in her DM's, and I'm in her guts (Ha)

[Chorus]
Might as well give up on bitches, you never enough
I'm in the hills, I'm gettin' too stuck
If your n***as real, then you got some luck, (Slatt)
I give no chill, cause I give no fuck
Tracer round flyin', that n***a gon' duck
Hit a few times, that n***a get slump