[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 and cut off my friends
I look through the glass
Yeah, I'm doin' my best, I move through the nest, 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 the dick, then I can't stop her, uh
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, right in my boxers
She sucked it 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]
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