Surprise Party - BOLDY JAMES, King Chip, Freeway

Don’t nothin' beat a failure but to try

It’s a tragedy, the agony of defeat

Left a bitter taste in his mouth

Revenge could be as sweet as it is sour

Took what was rightfully ours

I see no bravery that’s why he died the death of a coward

Shot him dead in his face in front of his baby mama

I sat there waiting patient, he had me waitin' for hours

The later it got, the more it made me hotter

I’m finna reacquaint him with this bitch he know named Karma

A pretty bitch plenty niggas hit

You get what you get and he got what he had comin' to 'em

Four-five Glock let the ACP cut into him

Tell him me and my man bullet finna bump into him

On the sneak tip, seen him

Put 'em through him, fed him the four-fifth and left his whole shit in ruins

That’s my story and I’m stickin' to it

Could have paid a nigga to do it

But I’d rather I do the shootin'

Overkill, just like my pops taught me

So don’t you double-dip, ever try to double cross me

Never

For niggas try’na get one up on me

I keep somethin' that’ll get them the fuck up off me

See that nigga over there with the ice Carty’s

He don’t know, we 'bout to throw him a surprise party

Your life is at stake and once he bite the bait

That’s the icing on the cake

I’m bout to throw him a surprise party

My young nigga Moochie hit me up

Said the police set him up

Said he need a couple bucks

Said he dropped a four fifth up in the bushes when he ran

Said he cut his leg hoppin' the fence, well god damn

Said the jungle ain’t been no joke since I moved out here to Cali

Robbin' niggas just to get some food for the family

He said Chip, if you need something done then get at me

He said Chip, if you need niggas head buss' then get at me

I dapped my nigga up and said I got you if you got me

That’s loyal, I got five racks in the address for you

I know my nigga would do it for way less than that

But even Scarface got five to peel a nigga back

I told him have a bitch film it and send it to me

I’ma be out the country, nigga gettin' money

Meanwhile five guys with nines

Run up on you and your girl at Five Guys with fries

Surprise

Okay, Free!

Unh

Niggas is sheisty, my wrist icy but the game cold

And my bitch is trify she change season but remain wifey

Same old G, I’ve been a king, she stands by me

These niggas jealous and they relishing the thought of trying me

Want to get beside of me to sit hot ones inside of me

Carry out they plans of robbing me, don’t care if I’m a commodity

I am honestly tired of the hate that I’m receiving

I’ma call 'em up this evening and throw everyone a surprise party

Same room, same time, I’m the same goon with the same mind

Two of them are brothers, got the same dad, same mom

So sad, drop bombs like Baghdad

The semi-automatic got a kickback like Hi-Ya!

So try 'em, come on and try Freezer, and come on and get your die on

Your mama get her cry on, your body’ll rest in peace

Yup your corpse’ll get your lie on

I will cock back and squeeze, that you can rely on