Surprise - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Rado)

Might swing on the side of you like what's the word? Surprise

When I shot you in your shit, your ass hit the curb

I don't even own a pigeon coupe, but I play with birds

Dogged a bitch out, her name was Ari, feelin' like I'm Swerve

Yeah, I feel like Herb, high as hell of these herbs

Mask up and clear your block out, think this bitch a purge

Every time you see us, lookin' tactical with them lethal weapons

Your bitch eat the dick good, she organized, don't leave it messy

[Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]

Huh, you know it's me when you see the Rolex, and drеads nappy

Huh, grams of that Scooby Doo, uh, I'm with Shaggy

Yeah, I'm with the charged up crеw, we the battery

When you see us, better duck, fool, uh, like you Daffy

Talkin' body bags, zip 'em up, the coroner gon' pick 'em up

Like a bitch period, makin' opps bleed every month

Huh, brack a nigga head like a peanut, uh, uh

A hundred bands, that's really my reup (Ayy), uh, uh

[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & The Godfather]

How you got all them guns and all them R.I.Ps in your [?]?

My nigga, I can make a twenty in eight hours, clock me on this trip

Shit, I almost put the pistol on a fan, he just wanted a pic'

Man, really out here rappin' and usin' guns, that shit don't even mix (Nigga)

Man, you ain't never even seen a nigga bleed, you can leave

Might leave a nigga with wings

Like I picked the Bulls against the Bulls, I got two 23s

Man, young niggas runnin' the world (Yeah), my nigga Boom keep a king

[Verse 4: The Godfather & IAMTK Peso]

Young hot nigga, I'm a walking two hundred degrees

Real fat nigga, don't feel like scrappin', I'ma up the piece

Me and Dev in the hood chillin', sellin' P for P

Another opp died, I bet these niggas blame it on me

Ain't no passes, we runnin' to you, that's what it's gon' be

Play for keeps, so don't worry 'bout it, we get more than even

Lil' bro, he quick to blow the stick, just give him a reason

Hit your dumbass like twenty-five times, he done breathing (Look)

Bitch, I'm eatin' with the niggas that I'm slidin' with

I can't take my niggas everywhere because they rob shit

When you see him on a hunt, you see the crime lift

Brodie put a ladder on the Glock, he love to climb shit

Every time we out, it's a hundred shooters behind us

Still fuckin' hoes like I don't know what to do with a condom

When an opp see us, niggas know what time it is

Brodie tryna take them niggas out, bitch, we don't dine in