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[Intro]
(It's Surreal Gang lil' b*tch)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Bad bih', she eat it
Cold neck like the season (Yeah)
Jugg him for no reason
She give me brain, it's pleasing
Blow me a bag, I ain't shoppin' at Neiman's
He got no bread, gotta beat it
Young n*gga, we got that heater
No wife but I got a wife beater
Man, I'm sippin' on red, not beer
Can't wife that b*tch, that's clear
Man, I'm goin' off the gas, can't steer
Man, I see the red and blue, my rear
Yeah, these n*ggas be hoes, I don't fear
Ain't no n*gga I fear
Ayy, run from thе feds so I'm clear

[Verse]
Young Zen, b*tch, I'm straight
Young n*gga wit' thе K
Talk down, let it spray (Aye)
Too many hoes, out the way
Young n*gga pavin' the way
Bread on my mind, can't hear what you sayin'
I see the bag, then run like Usain
These n*ggas hoes, they sayin' my name
"You tryna work?" Lil' boy, you insane (Ha, ha)
I see the feds, b*tch, now I'm gone
I see the feds, b*tch, on a plane
Why these pus*y nih', my name
Rockin' (N)ine on me, no chain
I want the racks, n*gga, not the fame
b*tch, I'm a GOAT, n*gga, can't blame (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah
Bad bih', she eat it
Cold neck like the season (Yeah)
Jugg him for no reason
She give me brain, it's pleasing
Blow me a bag, I ain't shoppin' at Neiman's
He got no bread, gotta beat it
Young n*gga, we got that heater
No wife but I got a wife beater
Man, I'm sippin' on red, not beer
Can't wife that b*tch, that's clear
Man, I'm goin' off the gas, can't steer
Man, I see the red and blue, my rear
Yeah, these n*ggas be hoes, I don't fear
Ain't no n*gga I fear
Ayy, run from the feds so I'm clear