[Intro: Slimesito]
It's Surreal Gang, lil bitch
Evil
Welcome To Clayton County
On gang
Fifty
You know how the fuck we rocking, n***a
Fifty'd up
Jurassic Park

[Verse 1: Slimesito]
I hop out the whip, n***as know I'm shooting
Two guns on me and they both exclusion (Two Guns)
Two shooters and they pulling up in duly (Two Shooters)
Headshot, I just hit him with the Uzi (Headshots)
White broad down doing 'em like I'm Boosie (Ayy)
White bitch with me and she acting bougie (White Bitch)
New trip on me, it's gon' shoot a movie (Trip)
Just fucked your bitch, that ho is a groupie
Golds in my mouth man, n***a, I feel like Julie
I got a slime baby but she can't be my Rubi (Slime)
Asscat and its singing like its Uzi (Asstag)
Tatted-up, n***a, now I feel like Tunechi (Tag)

[Verse 2: Flex Malik]
Smoking on gas, why you smoking on Tunechi?
Just fucked a bitch, now she singing like Lucci
Fuck around you could get smoked like a loosie
Toting the Uzi that sing like Lil Uzi (Graaa)
These n***as clowns but my posse, they insane (Damn)
One in the head, I put one in your membrane
Island bitch and she eating on plantain (What)
With my Cuban, you get fried like a plantain (Graaa)
Swerving that foreign, I'm doing my damn thing
Me and Sito pulling up with the fire flame
Fucking that bitch 'cause I heard she got fire brain (Damn)
Free Shad Da Shooter and BIP Liu Kang
[Verse 3: Slimesito]
Chopping the bricks down like I'm Lui Kang
Free the whole gang gang up in the train gang
Pull up gang beat on the block like Wu-Tang
OG lame as fuck, he ain't got no stain
Shooting that stick but I ain't at the gun range
AK on me and it [?] like Kanye
Shot him two times, now he had to die (Two Times)
Hit him on spot then I shot his partner (On His Partner)
[?] Backwoods, I feel like a Rasta
Shot him in the face with him and he chopper
24/7, my trap like McDonald's (Twenty-four)
Got a big MAC but, n***a, I ain't Ronald (On gang)
Two sticks on me, you don't want no drama (Two sticks)
On the block with the kid like I'm Osama
Getting to the money and that's on my mama
Got a lil' bitch and that ho from Harlem

[Verse 4: Flex Malik]
Bitch bad like Beyoncé, from Brooklyn like Jay-Z
These n***as pussy, they can't even face me
I heard that he snitching, he can't even trace me
How you gon' copy? You can't even trace me
They can't replace me
I'm number one and you just a replacement
Wrap a 'Wood up with the sheet then I face it
Knock your girl off, better get you some braces
Now I got motherfucking blood on my laces
Stop all that capping, lil' n***a, quit faking
On Allah, fuck the law, can't fuck with bacon
If you want pressure, lil' n***a, let's crank it
I feel like Soulja, the Draco, we crank it
Got what I need then I might have to take it
Frighten them boys just like Freddy and Jason
No, we not fighting them, them fire start blazing
Gianni