Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Element of Surprise, artist - Lloyd Banks. Date of issue: 07.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Element of Surprise |
| Uh, start the pay homage discussion, y’all niggas cloned me, cousin |
| You climbing up in the ranks, but I’m big homie punchin' |
| Retired three of my jerseys, Ginóbili, Tony, Duncan |
| Got a low tolerance lately, these nosy hoes is something |
| Picture me stuck in my era, a frozey pose assumption |
| My twenty-four's a mamba bite, with eights I’m Kobe dunkin' |
| I helped you all off the strength of my heart, you owe me nothin' |
| They all the same, can’t tell 'em apart with Rollies frontin' |
| How you gon' threaten me with relevance? |
| I left already |
| Separated from entertainment, now my head is steady |
| The industry can SMD, I keep the letters ready |
| Always been disciplined, the dedication’s necessary |
| You gas your favorite to bait me, I’ll make a casket out him |
| Don’t compare me to niggas without a classic album |
| It don’t matter how long I’m missin', they’ll ask about him |
| Fuck all that new drip, jewelry under my jacket drownin' |
| You want a hundred thousand dollar wrist (Like this) |
| Better be careful, it goes down around this bitch (One miss) |
| Gotta be mindful that the women out here switch (Real quick) |
| Don’t let 'em blind you, you’ll be out here laying stiff (Real stiff) |
| Handle your business, it ain’t worth you lookin' cool (Lookin' cool) |
| It won’t be funny when the dollars chasing you (Chasing you) |
| They drop some money on your head, you gon' be food |
| If you ain’t got your shit together, think it through |
| Be careful, fool |
| Uh, planning my come up and jottin' names is all I’ve been doing |
| Blame my society, it made me a horrible human |
| Started improving, effects of a honorable student |
| You’d rather be the boss of nothing than part of a movement |
| Shit, I’m just really getting started, Cubans over my Caesar |
| Jordan killed niggas with his shot, they shootin' over his sneakers |
| Winning and tragedies go hand-in-hand, I know the procedure |
| I’m associated with dangerous niggas, no misdemeanors |
| Father a senior, made me a junior, I brung the third |
| Cocky and arrogant, they don’t respect a humble word |
| They put that voodoo on me, gotta overcome the curse |
| Serve you concussions with the rear end of my Thunderbird |
| Dick ridin' is clout-chasin', I wish them niggas dead |
| And a thot is the new chickenhead |
| A half a pound of gelato just for the clique to spread |
| Never had a pot to piss, now it’s lobster bisque |
| You want a hundred thousand dollar wrist (Like this) |
| Better be careful, it goes down around this bitch (One miss) |
| Gotta be mindful that the women out here switch (Real quick) |
| Don’t let 'em blind you, you’ll be out here laying stiff (Real stiff) |
| Handle your business, it ain’t worth you lookin' cool (Lookin' cool) |
| It won’t be funny when the dollars chasing you (Chasing you) |
| They drop some money on your head, you gon' be food |
| If you ain’t got your shit together, think it through |
| Be careful, fool |