Archive lyrics

[Intro: Izaya Tiji]
(Thrillboy)
Yeah, haha
(It's Surreal Gang lil' b*tch)

[Verse 1: Izaya Tiji]
Scorin' through archives right now (Scored it)
Don't wanna f*ck, talm 'bout? (Okay)
He'll talk stupid then jam up (Aha)
Lights, camera, glamour (Aha)
Them hollows cut up a damn rock (Aha)
And my lil’ n*ggas looking like Matt Ox (Aha)
You can suck my di*k or just shut up (Aha)
Don't make the G2 jump up (Aha)
Yo hoe on my ballsack, get up (Yah)
I be gettin' this money a lil' faster (Faster)
We give you some of that cancer (Cancer)
More money than a banker (Than a banker)
Reeses fill out the cases (Cases)
I think my Glock a lil’ racist (Racist)
Fry a lil n*gga like bacon (Aha)
Don't f*ck with no homosapien (Aha)
Money keep fallin', gotta rake it (Aha)
For a lil’ money, she gon' shake it (Okay)
For a lil’ hundo, she gon' suck it (Okay)
Get yo racks up lil’ dummy (Okay)
Yeah, booty so soft like gummy (Okay)
Yeah, walk in Benihana, get chubby (Okay)
Yeah, red beam on him, lets get funny (Get funny)
No I can't be your buddy
[Verse 2: Kankan]
Hop in that trackhawk, we racing (It's Surreal Gang lil' b*tch)
All white diamonds like a racist
I'm on that perc, got my heart racing
You ain't got guap boy, yeah just face it
You ain't got cash lil' n*gga then shut up
G2, this lil' Glock just wet up
Say you got racks lil’ n*gga then band up
Got a Moncler coat, oh bet huh?
Hoe I got twin XD's up in there
Run up that guap boy, all that cheddar, yeah
Chrome, designer, flexin'
They gon' say I'm a lil’ flashy, (Huh)
Run it up, n*gga, better
Kan make em' fly like a lil’ feather
Ha, yeah, XD shoot up yo spot
I'm off that oxy, my heart might stop
Caught that boy lackin', yeah at that lil’ stop
Run off on me n*gga, yeah don't try it
Perc got me high like a god damn pilot
Ha, jugged his lil’ loot, yeah like a lil’ pirate
We smokin' pollution, yeah we gettin' fried
n*gga tried to be us, yeah he tried
Tried to be a young n*gga, yeah he tried
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha
[Outro]
(It's Surreal Gang lil' b*tch)