Quick To Attack Pt. 2 - Intellectual

[Intro: Pj Glizzy, CJ Goon, Bdot Goon & SugarHill Keem]

Grrt-da-Baow, nigga

Everything dead

We outside, nigga

Die 4s, die 5s, die 6

Niggas know the fuckin vibes, nigga

Ayo Cig

Heavy on the Rocc n' rollin', nigga

Free OYOGz, dickhead, you know whats goin' on

Grrah, grrah, grrah, you know the fuckin' vibes

Every Flocka shot, YG or not

1300 to my dick, pussy

Grrah-grrah-grrah, you niggas know the vibes

It's the Move Look nigga, man

Everybody shot, everything dead, OYOGz

[Verse 1: Pj Glizzy]

Got a beam on the chop wit' a stick (Baow, baow)

Dare a nigga Drilly Bop, he gettin' spliffed (Gang-gang-gang)

4, 5, 6, head crackin' and shit (Head crackin')

Up the 5, then we clappin' his bitch (Grrah, grrah)

Like, who that? Better shoot that (Grrt)

If he throw up the 4, then remove that (Baow, baow)

Smokin' on Gee6ixx, thinkin' that's a new pack (Baow-baow)

So I heard that they Makk, so they do bad (Baow-baow-baow)

I got Sally

ManMan uppin', throwin' like he Bradley

On the East, so don't give me no dap

If I catch a Blamma, then he gettin' wacked

Like, don't care, like, who that?

We spot a opp, we gon' throw at his back

Don't trip if he throw up the Makk

We gon' call up the Apes, we gon' beat on his back

Grrah-grrah-grrah

[Verse 2: CJ Goon & BDot Goon]

When we slide, we ain't show no mercy

Two goons masked up, no worries

Oh, that's a Makk? We beat him out his jersey

Screamin' 80, how you gettin' buried (280-K)

The way I be talkin', I know they wan' hurt me

But I'm super tact for this shit

Last opp got clapped tryna blitz

Park up the V, we don't dump out the whip (Grrah-grrah, boom)

[Verse 3: Bdot Goon & SugarHill Keem]

Step in the booth and I be on some mad shit

When I talk, it's the talk of a savage

Brodie, he buggin', he play for the Mavericks

Tried to run, but these bullets ain't average

Hollows gon' hit em and turn 'em to fragments

Pop a Perc', you can see me relaxin'

Most of these niggas be cappin' and rappin'

He got hit, now he done in a casket (Move look, move look)

[Verse 4: SugarHill Keem]

C Blu, you really a kid

When I see you, I'm takin' your chain

Marky, Tank, got hit in they shit

SevSide, 3rdSide, ReyWay to my dick

Yo Jeff, you spin, I spin

We see a opp, I'ma empty the clip

Don't lack

And I fuck wit' some 'Rips (Move look, move look)

[Verse 5: 150 Wiz]

Li-Like, hop out, aim for his figi

If they take one of mine, then it's free me

Like, I'ma up it

If he throw up a 4, we gon' crunch him, 150 the dream team

He started runnin'

Put the gun to his head, if he gunnin', we treat' em like Pee Wee

Like, no cap

I'm a main, tryna let that shit clap if he yellin' out, "Ewee"

[Verse 6: COE Wiki]

Like, I been spinnin', on a pedal

Think it's time, I'ma get disrespectful

Villy got shot and they left you

Du-Du-Dummy got poked, niggas let you

161, niggas got it on lock

Blitz Gz got beat with his pops

CJ, he almost got shot wit' his pops

Set Da Trend, he be tight, niggas smokin' ya pops

[Verse 7: Wockhardt & Jay Avianne]

Feel a way, but just pour me deuce up

He get packed throw a 4 or a 2 up

It's slime, when we slide, send a shot to his mind

Niggas died and they still ain't come do nothin'

You ain't do enough, then you gotta go prove somethin'

Bend the 4 everyday, on the hunt, tryna shoot somethin' (Like, what? Fuck Rah)

Flip to the Sev, tryna smoke us a new one

They gon' cap for the net, when we flipped on a few ones (Like, what? Fuck Rah)

[Verse 8: Jay Avianne & Lefty Goon]

Why the fuck niggas reachin' for clout?

That's your bitch that had dick in her mouth?

Always on 50, the gun in the pouch (Like, what?)

Justo a bitch, nigga stood in the house (Like, what? Like)

Hit it right, I hit it from the back

Want me to eat it? Don't get into that (Get into that, like)

She a smoochie, I can't get attached (Attached, like)

That's your man? Well, I heard he a rat (He a rat, rah-rrah)

[Verse 9: Lefty Goon]

Bend through, hop out, he hit (Like, damn)

Setty ran Rick, now it's 'Rip in a spliff (Like, grrah)

Four of them niggas is dead in the zip (Like, what?)

All of them niggas ain't never do shit (They ain't never do shit)

Like, I'ma slide for my guys, no question (No question)

Catch a opp, we gon' teach 'em a lesson (We gon' teach 'em a lesson)

Back out the pole, where your weapon? (Get it out)

If he slip, he get sent to the reverend (Get it out, get it out)

[Outro: Pj Glizzy, CJ Goon, Bdot Goon & SugarHill Keem]

Got a beam on the chop wit' a stick

Dare a nigga Drilly Bop, he gettin' spliffed

4, 5, 6, head crackin' and shit

Up the 5, then we clappin' his bitch

When we slide, we ain't showin' no mercy