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

[Verse 1]
He better relax
Before he get his ass wacked
Nah, these n***as so mad
Nah, these n***as so mad
Just dropped a lil' chain on his head
Now I got nothin' to sell
Yeah, bands on my head
Cut off the dreads, I cut off my friends
I look through the glass
Yeah, I'm doin' my best, I move to the next, yeah

[Chorus]
He sippin' that green green, he done fucked up the goop
I cannot talk to 'em, yeah cops on the move
I got a job for you, yeah drop for lil' dude
I got somе thots for you, yeah fuck her lil' dude
I got somе Wock' for you, yeah fuck it, let's do it
I got some racks for you, yeah what would you do?
If I move a pack on you, then what would you do?
(Woah, woah, woah)
Bitch, I gotta, what would you, woah (Ninetyniiine)
[Verse 2]
I gotta watch how I sip 'cause I might break the Xan
I gotta watch that lil' bitch 'cause she might snitch on me, yeah
She get to dancin' on a big dick, then I can't stop her
He think I'ma lick (It's Surreal gang lil bitch), my n***as brought that lil' blick, I did not box 'em
Me too, ride with my boxers
She suck dick right through the boxers
Who wanna spot 'em? I ain't spot 'em but I got 'em
Foldin' money like a taco, yeah
Leave him dead just like a possum
F&N, we gon' mark 'em, yeah

[Chorus 2]
He sippin' that green green, he done fucked up the goop
He got the cops on him, I can't talk to that dude
I'm finna fly some, then pull off on you
I got a drop on 'em, I do yo' lil' dude
I'm finna pop out and then duck on lil' dude
He put his block on him, nah, nah, lil' dude
They put them shots in you, now what can you do?
I gotta boss on 'em, yeah, boss on that dude, woah