Siblings - Intellectual

[Intro]

Zedd

R8 Beats

[Chorus: Screwloose, Rizzy Rampz, Rhyno]

I was on the-I was on the back of the bike

Bro had a dotts, I had a .9

We was tryna' go on a glide

Tell my why them boys love hide

Niggas talk like drillers, but they're snitching

That ain't right

Five man step with a load of knives

Gotta be fair gotta dice him right

They talk it, we live it

I still Moscow march with my siblings

Still lurk and purge where I fished him

Still risk it all for a biscuit

Pull up, back-back my ting and bro brought his kitchen

Old-school days man stay reminiscing

Rest up S, Lord knows that I miss him

[Verse 1: Screwloose, Rizzy Rampz]

Screw, J.I.B or Jack in the Box

Pop up quick, quick, man see a opp, man's slapping it off

Back the dot-dot, man strangle it off

Then it's back to the block

Man's squeezing it off, squeezing it off, I should kneel with a mop

Wave that-wave that dotts, like I clean with a mop

Too-too much mess

This can't gеt cleaned with a cloth

Had to run man down, I'm asthmatic, had me brеathing a lot

I wet his jacket, he was pleeding a lot

Been here for 2 waps, I was speaking a lot

They say I'm too cold, yeah I'm freezed a lot

[Verse 3: Rhyno]

How you gonna lie that you ain't been shot?

How you gonna cap that you ain't been chopped?

How you get touched, then talking to cops?

Then lie upon beats? That shit gotta stop

Bang with my bros, I'll ride with my 1s

I'll kick man's chest like nah, Judi Young

Crash creep on me, best know its tucked

And if I use mine, that's more than enough

[Verse 4: Screwloose, Rizzy Rampz, Rhyno]

2 dead boys, you were lighting them up

Now I'm high as fuck, PS got mined with his cuz'

Got it, times 3, now the Southeast run (Get done)

Shh, 'cause that's a shh shh with the uhh-uhh, that toy make a silent hush

Otherwise, run a man down, I'm the one that's on violent stuff

Bro-bro's on all that violent stuff

Other side, I know yah, who? Boy

They say that I make money off [?] and stuff

Other side, I don't supply no toys

4 man in the convoy, tryna make some noise with the boys, aye, aye

Bam-bam like I'm Chief Keef, but I ain't from Illinois, aye, aye

More tracks than glides, that shit's pathetic (Pathetic)

I mix facts with rhymes, some say I'm poetic

How can I stop when I just got started? (Or can I?) Rhyno energetic

2v1, can't say that I dashed (Fucking neeks), I'm far from athletic

Whole B city bringing them medics, 125, grip it, then rev it

Just like the dotts, you grip it, then shoot, shoot, if you know where his head is

If you shootin', I'm shooting back, there's no shooting back like tengers

Then situation get hectic, left wing, they done jakes to the exit

Day one, threw my head in and failed to mention that I linked the bad one with the skengers

Don't rate the olders, they're relics

This life [?], keep smelling

Why you think my aunties always lectured me?

I shot me 2, and I tried fry up my man, when the move got peak

Say it on me so the hood did leave

You don't wanna see clips, like a movie scene

Silver mag in, then .9, double M

You might hold this one, or this cursive leak

Get splashed like ****, that's in 2s or 3s

Go opp block, I make a man freeze

And throw the perfect account, its on E

Live with the dance, I got it on me

And I just made a call, I'm from PGP

2 ram-2 rammies on me(Aye)

You know that's TTP

If I back that out and swing for your chest, blades hope that you P-Y-C ( Zedd)

Lil' man got dropped

They were screaming out TMP (R8)

And if I'm doing your drops, you better send my USDT