From A Distance! - Autumn!

It’s Surreal Gang

Yeah, whoa, yeah, yeah

Ed-Ed-Gianni

Yeah, yeah, blatt, yeah

Two TECs on me, yeah, it’s on

We gon' send that lil' nigga home

We gon' leave that lil' nigga injured

I’m a dog ass nigga like Clifford

Car got twelve cylinders on the engine

Speeding off the lot, doing donuts, yeah, I’m spinning

Walk up in Neimans and you know that I’m spending, yeah

Lil' bro talking shit, leave him missing

Red dot, hit his ass from a distance

G2, I’ma shoot it like a Piston

Look at my diamonds, lil' baby, they gliss

I walk in the club and I’m not on the list

I don’t want that lil' ho 'cause she got a lisp

Lil' nigga, you broke, go get that shit fixed

These niggas is hoes, they stay on my dick

I hop on the road and I go hit a lick

Get rich or stay broke, which one would you pick?

These niggas be foes so I keep a stick

I dump and reload, my shit don’t go click

She love all my clothes, that shit cost a brick

We smoke the whole P, he smoking that nic

I’m with my dogs, yeah, I feel like Vick

Watch out for the laws, you gotta be quick (Gianni)

Ain’t no plan B, I can’t quit

In the bank feeling like the shit

You can’t stand me, nigga, sit

I done glowed up, «Look at Wick»

Two TECs on me, yeah, it’s on

We gon' send that lil' nigga home

We gon' leave that lil' nigga injured

I’m a dog ass nigga like Clifford

Car got twelve cylinders on the engine

Speeding off the lot, doing donuts, yeah, I’m spinning

Walk up in Neimans and you know that I’m spending, yeah