Bebe diss - Intellectual

(Intro)

(Ah, Ahh, don't start it)

Man i'm tired of these fake ass gangsters bruh like

Like, niggas sayin' that they gon' up the scope, like

Nigga, what scope?

I'll show you how to really up this DRAC for real

(Chorus)

Mm, Mm, Mhm, Uhh

Fuck these fake ass gang niggas, these niggas ain't even standin' on shit

Standin' on no fuckin' business, nigga, i'll flip yo ass like a fuckin' switch

Grr, boy these lil niggas think they bold

Niggas walk around with pistols, and some knives, these niggas hoes

Fuck nigga try me and this fuckin' DRAC, I took him, and his soul

Man, fuck that nigga, I fucked his bitch, I was goin' deep in her throat

(Verse)

I heard yo diss, lil nigga, that shit was ass (That shit was trash, hold up)

Thats why yo bitch ass got stabbed with that glass

This nigga stay talkin that shit, ill shoot you, and yo fuckin' dad

G19 to his fuckin' dome, got that nigga singin' some jazz, and bitch we popped up on yo daddy and shoot his hеad off in the lab

Then we spun up on yo cousin, hе got clapped

Why you dissin' on somebody parents, but yo mom died in that crash?

Fuck you and yo parents, bitch, I pissed up all over that grass

Then yo ass got beat by a fuckin' teacher, bitch thats OD sad

That's why yo brother tried to fuck my sister, but you know that's a pass

You dumb as hell for thinkin' I was done

You think ima spin up on yo block again? Its already spun

Talkin' all that shit all on the net, that shit is not no fun

Just like how you dropped yo gun, lil bitch, and you started to run